The fundamental requirement for all creatures is the urgent demand made in the Beginning, when each and every being was breathed into existence in the great conspiracy that is the cosmos. We are all gloriously born from a Word spoken in the imperative:
Be!
“Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them pressed me against his heart: I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.
Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you,
almost deadly birds of the soul, knowing about you.
But if the archangel now, perilous, from behind the stars took even one step down toward us: our own heart, beating higher and higher, would beat us to death.”
—Rilke
I feel the Angels watching, coming closer, I see their shadows.
Terrifying.
A dizzying intensity.
Imagine it.
We think we would want to see divine beings, but we would be consumed.
We want to get close to the flame
like moths.
We are drawn to the source that spoke the word Be!
But perhaps it is best to enjoy your garden and sit in the spring breeze.
…
Theology by the Lakeside
Everything is only revelation; there can only be re-velation. But revelation comes from the Spirit, and there is no knowledge of the Spirit.
It will soon be dusk, but for now the clouds are still clear, the pines are not yet darkened, for the lake brightens them into transparency. And everything is green with a green that would be richer than if pulling all the organ stops in recital. It must be heard seated, very close to the Earth, arms crossed, eyes closed, pretending to sleep.
For it is not necessary to strut about like a conqueror and want to give a name to things, to everything; it is they who will tell you who they are, if you listen, yielding like a lover; for suddenly for you, in the untroubled peace of this forest of the North, the Earth has come to Thou, visible as an Angel that would perhaps be a woman, and in this apparition, this greatly green and thronging solitude, yes, the Angel too is robed in green, the green of dusk, of silence and of truth. Then there is within you all the sweetness present in surrender to an embrace that triumphs over you.
Earth, Angel, Woman, all of this is one thing that I adore and that is present in this forest. Dusk on the lake: my Annunciation. The mountain: a line. Listen! Something is happening! The anticipation is immense, the air is quivering under a fine and barely visible rain; the houses that stretch out along the ground, their wood red and rustic, their roofs of thatch, are there, there on the other side of the lake.
Something will begin this evening, something promised, in that I believe. Ah! This evening? When, then, this evening? If it were truly in a few hours, it would never be, because it would have to end, and then, begin again, and so would always end and never begin. Do you know what it means to wait, and do you know what it means to have faith?
The Mystery of Holy Communion where you will be ushered in, where all the beings will be present - yes, you can only say it in the future. Because at each moment where you read in truth as now what is there before you, where you hear the Angel, and the Earth and Woman, then you receive Everything, Everything, in your absolute poverty. But as soon as you have read and have received, as soon as you consider, as you want to understand, as you want to possess, to give a name and restrain, to explain and recover, ah! then there is only a cipher, and your judgment is pronounced.
For at every instant you are judged, and you must die. So you die, when your existence is decided and realized, for then it is over: what was is not - you want without renouncing, renounce without wanting.
No, you are the poor one, you are man; and he is God, and you cannot know God, or the Angel, or the Earth, or Woman. You must be encountered, taken, known, that they may speak, otherwise you are alone, and perhaps it is better thus, and will be always thus, always, that is, there would be no eternity for you. Because you were born in a sin that was sinned before you, and as Thou you have had fear, great fear, and you have cried, cried because the Earth is immense, cried because the Woman was too beautiful, cried because the Angel was invisible, and because as Thou you were Adam, and Adam would want to live.
Adam established Love, poetry, religion, for he wanted life, that is, he wanted-to be-God, and then to speak as he would want the three beings. To Question; Alas! and he alone responded. To listen; Alas! to give a concert to himself alone.
But then suddenly surging from this lake comes a cortege of beautiful beings. They sing the funeral chant of Adam; and because Adam is dead, it will be a chorale of blended voices with anguish in every instant: “Christ is born! Christ is Risen!”
—Henry Corbin
“We are the poor ones, and only in poverty can we hear these voices. But too many of us lust for power and strut about like conquerors. And much of the energy of modern western culture has been devoted to that attempt to gain dominion over creation. The quest for power always turns violent in the end, fundamentalisms spring up everywhere, and people find themselves in conflict with each other, and with the creatures with whom we share the Earth, deaf to any voices, but their own.”
The contingency of being gives rise to the greatest metaphysical question.
Why is there something rather than nothing?
We are owed nothing, because all of this is a gift.
Nietzsche was wrong about the Void, and declared God dead.
Mystical poverty renounces need and control.
The human ego is undone through an encounter with the Hidden God who is the breath that gives being to everything.
This is a nothing from which all things are derived.
This is the Nothing of the Absolute Divine, superior to being and thought.
This is the Black Face that is the counterweight to the face of Light, the Face of Beauty of the revealed cosmos.
Majesty without Beauty is Annihilation.
Beauty without Majesty would be a frozen eternal.
We exist between transcendence and immanence, darkness and light, Majesty and Beauty.
The giver of being can never be an object.
It is the guarantor of the individuality of every being.
It is the Archetype of the Person and of the interiority that infuses all the beings of the Earth experienced as an Angel.
A degree of poverty is a prerequisite for the experience of the fullness of the world. Scarcity and plentitude are complementary, not contradictory. This poverty is the result of letting go of a desperate grip upon the world. Creation unfolds only when power is renounced. For the things of this world grow opaque when we try to control and possess them. They withdraw into themselves and block our access to the riches at the roots of things.
Our technology was born out of our desperate neediness and it is destroying the earth and ourselves as the rich ignore the suffering of the poor. We need counter-technologies not rooted in our desire for power that reveal everything we need is already at hand.
They can’t be based on ideas like knowledge is power, and power is always good, and that knowledge must be used to change the world.
Ironically it is science that has no limits. It is the poets that set limits. They reveal concrete personal worlds. They speak to us out of intimacy. They are the guardians of the mystery of the person, the inviolate individual.
Technology cares nothing for the person, nothing is inviolate to science, everything must be unveiled.
The fundamental characteristic of a person is to be oriented in a world. The orientation has nothing to do with public space or time, and is irreducibly personal. It is indeed the essence of what it means to be a person, and lacking any orientation whatsoever, we are lost in vagabondage and perdition. The public world can become a world for us only if it is transformed by interiorization.
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