Angel of Incidence

Gravity is an acceleration, 
we are continually falling
it's just that the earth gets in the way
and the Pauli Exclusion principle (among other things)
guarantees that the electrons which make up our outer shell
don't fall through the electrons which make up the surfaces
as it were
which keep us from falling 
towards the center of the earths mass
at which point 
we will have achieved 
the lowest possible energy state
in the local gravity well.
Strong Equivalency Principle

Since photons have mass
while in motion
Photons can also
fall
light can fall
into darkness

Are angels corporeal
or incorporeal?
If incorporeal
then an infinite number can dance
on the head of a pin
and they be not subject
to tawdry effects
like gravity.
if incorporeal
how could an angel
fall?

if you could grab spacetime
in your hands 
and squeeze it
bend it
curve it
you would create a gravity well
without needing mass
to do the job for you
though you will have to expend energy
(lots of it)
to do this
which is the same thing.

most of the universe 
seems to consist of dark energy
which has negative pressure
though it is possible that
what appears to be dark energy
is merely a failure of explanation
in the mental constructs
of science

Euthryphro 
and the failure of the idea 
of an objective morality.
Is it good because it is good?
(Tautology, which nature seems not to mind,
though logicians do. Mind, that is.)
therefore god is subservient
to an external ideal,
(which, pre-existing god, 
makes god unnecessary as a lawgiver, 
as the good can be discovered 
without reference to god)
or is it good because god says it is,
in which case there is no objective 
morality, merely gods whim, 
and there is, in fact, no good, 
nor bad, for that matter.
Whatever the deity wills is good.
yhwh being fond of rape and murder
(this being clearly shown in the text)
rape and murder is good.
This is divine command,
unquestioning obedience 
is the highest virtue.

Could someone take the stuff of thought
in their hands
and bend it 
squeeze it
compress it
to shape a morality
to any form one desired?

Gravity is an acceleration
perhaps evil is an acceleration
a drive
a force as real as gravity
but the question becomes 
is evil an acceleration 
away from the good
and is there a moral
Pauli Exclusion Principle
that prevents certain souls
from falling through the gaps 
between, 
or is the good 
an acceleration
away from the evil

Which is the lowest energy state
good
or
evil

Lord let us vector,
and see if the angel of incidence
equals
the angel of reflection.

card catalog

What are we looking for?

Good question, don't have an answer.

Well that's helpful.

Yes indeed. 

I suppose it's like pornography, can't be defined, but you'll know it when you see it?

laughter

I'm here because I wasn't afraid of death and you're here because?

I think, because I can see him... it... the thing, whatever it is.

I thought I saw it...

You saw a manifestation, a shadow form, something it stole from your mind, something it thought would terrify you. It feeds on fear... Literally.

Priest, christ, cross, yeah, I can see how that might have happened. Looks like it was mistaken. 

Yup. Looks that way.

the sound of footfalls on The Street of Books.

Here we are, surrounded by The Library of Babel, and no card catalogue... Not that it would be any help... Never can find a good reference librarian when you need one.

footfalls, and the dry susurration of the cold undying wind through the leafless branches of the trees.

It steals their eyes.

What?

It takes their eyes. It kills and takes their eyes.

So... if I'd... reacted... properly... I'd have ended up dead with no eyes.

Pretty much. The White Cat would have led me to you.

Huh. Instead she led me to you. 

You saw her?

I saw something. (laughter) a tunnel, a bright light, a fuckin white cat, who the hell knows. Go into the light! go into the light! So I go into the fuckin light and where the hell do I end up? In a church in the fuckin dark with a crazy man, who says I'm not dead and don't mind him, he's just on the tail of some sort of fuckin eye eating demon planning the end of the world. Shit... I need to sit down for a minute.

Fuck. This is crazy. I've lost it, after all these years I finally lost it. I'm probably in Bellvue tranked up to the eyeballs and chained to the fuckin bed.

The man who is still standing walks over and sits next to the priest

No such luck.

What?

You're not crazy, or locked up, or drugged.

Like I should take your word for it,  you're probably just a fuckin hallucination.

Could be. 

the priest reaches over and pokes him.

Yeah, but you seem solid enough... Shit.

For a priest you sure swear a lot.

I was a soldier before I joined gods army. 

Time passing

Maybe that's why you're here.

Sonnet 15

O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

The Ark shall be the ark which bears one burden
within the temples temple but a shell
before the tomb tight sealed there is a curtain
which separates your heaven from my hell,
wherein your god, my demon, but your master,
who speaks to you at night within your dreams,
Josiah, you sail headlong to disaster
upon the flood of hate which from him streams.
The fountains of the deep he never opened
the rivers never ran as red as blood
Moses was his jailer not his spokesman
the lord of flies is but the lord of mud.
Upon the word of god you take your stand
who casts his foul shadow on the land.

Nero fiddled while Rome burned

The lord who suffers suffering.
suffer the little children to come to me, and hinder them not,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
above the gate of which is written
"Oh You who know what we suffer here
remember us in your prayers."

The tetragrammaton
four letters
consonants

the six points
the seal
which bound the greater
within a lesser darkness
within the holy of holies
where wise old solomon
trapped the lord of darkness
the emanation
of the aeons
blind mad creator
hate filled
jealous

Saul and Peter battled
there in Rome
set the streets on fire
which Nero would blame on the christians
Peter gets the basilica
but Paul won the battle
and the madman
follower of a mad god
the demiurge
psychotic
blind
raging
was freed to pursue
his vengeance upon the people
who imprisoned him
upon that hill
all those year ago.

White, the cat

White, the cat sits
silent, waiting
claw caught the curb, 
the railing
of the Great Bridge
beneath the umbrous sky
 of the lesser darkness
gaze out now across the City
silent in the cold wind
that flows 
forever 
over The City
of Darkness

The Great Bridge 
has its source in Nothing
its terminus in Nowhere

She glows upon it
bright star fallen 
from the starless sky

Above her 
circle
winged night 
black eyed
Huginn and Muninn
Thought and Memory

Above the Sea of Dreams
they swam the sky
above the water
wherein swim
what...

in the lesser 
the two 
a greater darkness
soar deathless
over the ridges and edges
knife sharp
of
The Mountains of Pain

Across the plain
the desert
unmarked
of grey dust

They perch now 
curb claw caught
Huginn to the left
Muninn to the right
Dark, Light, Dark
A communion 

upon The Street of Books
two men stand
swimming 
in a sea of words
waiting for the key

In the Cathedral
Christs Cross hangs empty
above a blood stained altar

The universe hangs 
in balance

Gnosis 1

"I think the Gnostics were right."

Standing on The Great Bridge beneath the umber sky, the eternal cold undying breeze caresses their faces.

"How so?"

Sandpaper on sandpaper the sound of their shoes as they turn their backs to the breeze, gaze for a while in mutual silence over the empty endless city.

"Is it ever warm here?"

"No." Silence. They look outward, across the expanse of the eternal city. "Somewhere out there is The Street of Books."

"A Library?"

"Yes... No... It's, The Street of Books. Someday... time... how, maybe we'll find ourselves there, then you'll understand."

"Ah." Silence, and the passing of may be time. "There should be trash you know. Blowing down the streets."

"If this were a place of the living."

"So you think we're dead?"

"No. But... Sometimes I wake up back in The World...."

"You what?"

"Wake up in the world. It may happen to you someday. I don't know. Like you woke up here, you'll wake up back there, suddenly, it may not be Earth, or even the time you left. But there will be people... Living things... Life... Warmth... a Sun in the sky."

"But you don't stay?"

"No. There are things I have to do. And I do them. And then I return here."

"The Church got rid of Purgatory years ago, I wonder if this is limbo."

"I doubt it."

Both smile.

"The Gnostics?"

"The world was a mistake."

"What?"

"There was an emanation from Being, the real, the eternal and timeless...."

"God?"

"Not as you understand it. Wisdom made a mistake, and gave birth to a deformed, blind, psychotic being, and that evil being created the world of men."

"That's not what I was taught in sunday school."

The man who is not a priest laughs.

"That's because the Gnostics lost the war..." Quietly, to himself, "and so did Yeshuah." Quiet again, the breeze whispers for a moment, picks up a little to moan softly around the form of The Bridge. "There are some people, not all, just some, who have a spark of the divine wisdom, spirit, something...

"Soul?"

"No, it's not a soul, at least not like you're thinking. And the thing, the mistake... one of the names for it is The Demiurge... anyway, The Demiurge trapped spirit within bodies of flesh. Separated fragments, sparks, of the spirit from wisdom and the great Being."

"And these sparks, their task is to...?"

"Remember."

"Remember?"

"Remember."

cutting edge

Should one use the sword of damocles
to cut the gordian knot?

Suspension,
shame falls upon the one who hangs from a tree
suspended by a thread
suspended in time
frozen, solidified, crystalized
potential energy
drives the toothed wheels
swings the pendulum
suspended from the release pin
the pit and the pendulum
the blade and the sound it makes
the walls glowing
with the unholy light

balanced on the razors edge
that moment
that moment
just before the fall
when all the world
hangs in the balance
that moment
that moment
just before the towers collapse
the inflection point
where all the load paths
reach their limit
and gravity takes over

Gravity is patient
has all the time in the universe
how mysterious
this attraction
this drive
this coming together

Oh the waiting
the suspense
waiting for the sun to rise
waiting for the savior to appear
waiting for the prophet to return

The dark is patient also

If you await the savior
You must get used to disappointment