Satan is masked to all but the visionary (.. the theological seer). He knows I know him - not as Dante, Milton, Goethe, Blake &c - he is not a literary device, a character or something converted by a prosaic uplift. He is the master name of all monstrosity, standing behind and in all monsters, the excrementitious slide down (the choice down when you know better). The harrowing of hell is innocence entering shit (.. evil shit). Evil exists; and it is extremely frightening. And this is the fright of appalling fear: hence, the sub-god barricades himself (or: herself) by masked opacities .. by “being human” .. precisely as Satan requires. It is this which is the great negation & the sole arche of all earthly tragedy: from this there follows every oppressive mutation. Satan shades the earth in sub-deific light & there is “no one against god but god himself”. Man is sprung from immortal life, but, in aping mortality, he is birthed like the sun, grasps the temporary zenith, and dies into black horizons. It is the mortal who constantly re-invents himself in masked transfigurations and who, in not coming forth into the gleaming divinity of surging gods, merely adapts himself to the configurations of a low universality. Universality - the utmost of every coordinate - aligns the perception of man with that of the tick & grub, seeing nature as an impenetrable ultimate, closed to deific transfiguration.

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