Highly intelligent outliers often possess an exceptionally strong death drive - Thanatos - carrying an undeniable, almost sensual darkness.
Absolutely beautiful
My solar plexus has been core sampled
Ty ty ty for articulating this so well!!!
Interesting topic and exploration but I very much would like to see some more without the psycho-goulhs brought into it. Time they were disregarded for good.
Sounds like Tyler Durden.
Sing, Muse, of Andalus’ sage, who in rapture beheld the Eternal,
Mystic and master of God, who proclaimed that the fire is mercy,
Hell, not torment alone, but the blaze of divine holy presence—
Not as a prison of wrath, but a temple of blazing compassion.
God in His splendor is All—both the Light and the terrible Thunder,
Mercy and Wrath interlace, like the warp and the weft of the cosmos.
None is apart from His will, for all being is One in its essence,
Even the fires of Jahannam arise from the face of the Highest.
Souls that are cast into flame do not suffer by chance or by error;
Each to the realm it reflects, to the Name it was shaped to embody.
Some breathe the furnace as peace, and are filled by its burning with rapture,
Feeling no torment at all, but the joy of their innermost nature.
Fire is alignment of self, not the blade of a punishing tyrant—
God does not wrong any soul; all are placed where their truth is most vivid.
Think not the paradise near, and the flame as removed from His presence:
Both are the nearness of God, in the mirror of names they are parted.
This is the beauty of joy, and that is the terror of grandeur.
Both are the Face of the Lord, and the veil is the measure of seeing.
Souls in the fire behold—but they see through the lens of His power,
Bliss in the scourge of the flame, for the fire reveals and enkindles.
Not for eternity pain, but a purging that teaches and tempers—
Fire is mercy disguised, the refinement of self into spirit.
Even the burning is grace, if the soul understands the encounter.
Gnosis alone brings release—not escape, but the merging with meaning.
Thus, even suffering glows, when the heart sees its place in the cosmos.
Hell is not absence of God, but the pulse of His radiant Majesty.
Absolutely beautiful
My solar plexus has been core sampled
Ty ty ty for articulating this so well!!!
Interesting topic and exploration but I very much would like to see some more without the psycho-goulhs brought into it. Time they were disregarded for good.
Sounds like Tyler Durden.
Sing, Muse, of Andalus’ sage, who in rapture beheld the Eternal,
Mystic and master of God, who proclaimed that the fire is mercy,
Hell, not torment alone, but the blaze of divine holy presence—
Not as a prison of wrath, but a temple of blazing compassion.
God in His splendor is All—both the Light and the terrible Thunder,
Mercy and Wrath interlace, like the warp and the weft of the cosmos.
None is apart from His will, for all being is One in its essence,
Even the fires of Jahannam arise from the face of the Highest.
Souls that are cast into flame do not suffer by chance or by error;
Each to the realm it reflects, to the Name it was shaped to embody.
Some breathe the furnace as peace, and are filled by its burning with rapture,
Feeling no torment at all, but the joy of their innermost nature.
Fire is alignment of self, not the blade of a punishing tyrant—
God does not wrong any soul; all are placed where their truth is most vivid.
Think not the paradise near, and the flame as removed from His presence:
Both are the nearness of God, in the mirror of names they are parted.
This is the beauty of joy, and that is the terror of grandeur.
Both are the Face of the Lord, and the veil is the measure of seeing.
Souls in the fire behold—but they see through the lens of His power,
Bliss in the scourge of the flame, for the fire reveals and enkindles.
Not for eternity pain, but a purging that teaches and tempers—
Fire is mercy disguised, the refinement of self into spirit.
Even the burning is grace, if the soul understands the encounter.
Gnosis alone brings release—not escape, but the merging with meaning.
Thus, even suffering glows, when the heart sees its place in the cosmos.
Hell is not absence of God, but the pulse of His radiant Majesty.