"Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may 
be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality." 

Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? 
Christ's abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth 
and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... 
Did the Son remain the 
transcendent Logos, 
is there not a radical and fatal dicontinuity between 
the consciousness 
of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus? 

Obedience to the point of death, 
falling down through increasing 
into the deathlike region 
of ooze and slime and decay. 
These are the fruits and symptoms of 
the abasement of the World, 
the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity. 

And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist.
Triune GOD, 
morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature 
deprived of the Light of Splendour. 
Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty 
after the exinanition of divine attributes 
the face of profound fire gone astray, 
exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance? 

Kenosis, O theory of great peril! 
Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, 
a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, 
robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, 
of the lacerations and fierce wounds 
carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts 
dripping without end, 
as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. 
Kenosis, O theory of great peril! 
Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe 
with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, 
for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. 
Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles 
would have, in dying, an infinite value, 
sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, 
for the Sins of the world. 

Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? 
For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers 
to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, 
he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man
In Visceribus... 
A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; 
was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, 
dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush 
and the Angel of the LORD? 

In the next place, it never approached an assembly 
of righteous men; but avoideth them, 
and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty 
and prophesieth to them in corners, 
and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires...
Art thou working on collective deliverance? 
Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, 
adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. 
Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child...


Therefore, GOD honours the sword so highly 
that He calls it His own ordinance, 
and will not have men say or imagine that they have invented it or instuted it. 
For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then no more man's hand, 
but GOD'S, and it is not man, but GOD, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights. 
All these are His work and His judgements... 
Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, 
filling the void of a purity gone instantly... 

Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialised death, 
an avid Moloch, never satiated, and endless Feast, 
following the principle of reversibility of merits, 
shattering up to the Word as Pillars of greyish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament. 
...I am the son of Man, and this, in erring reason's spite, is my pride... 
War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! 
Executioner, be sacred, agent of divine Providence! 

Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, 
falls from his median position between Angel and Beast each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself. 
Adam's descent into materiality, may it be questioned... 
The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, may it be questioned... 

If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, 
can one thing be worse unless another is better, 
or one be better unless another is worse... 
Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself. 
Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, 
perceive the two faces of the Divine and shed the just, 
divine retribution quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria.


The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, 
so astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, each and every second, 
they defuse each other in such a perfect manner, 
equalling the most inscrutable of all Silences. 
Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, 
celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude. 

The fruit that is forbidden 
holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge. 
Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit 
ritualised and Immanent... 
The pursuit of perversivity, is it not but a mask 
on the search for meaning and knowledge? 
The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated 
By a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity 
or the vilest of everlasting torments 
...No man can see Me and live!