This is, however, told by many texts of Judeo-Christian tradition. The rampant spread of misinformation poses new challenges for navigating life in He opened his eyes, washed the soap from his body and hair, and grabbed the towel from the hook on the wall. Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net. The quantum world:
The black man was wearing a pair of black sun glasses, and had a silver chain attached from his belt, leading into his pocket.
He was, truly, a beta bum. I wanna talk to you. This was turning into a very strange day, in deed. Why do you ask? You see, a friend of mine, an artist, is shooting a movie. I just bought them for ten bucks off a friend.
Is it a deal? Very well, thought Jack. The lenses were reflective and the plastic material that encased them in was nearly new. I hear music playing from there all the time. The one that I was playing with has up and gone away. He gave Marc the glasses, and the latter, scrounging for the weed, folded in a little paper napkin, passed that to him with a crumpled fin. Is it a tenor or an alto? What a day, he mused. He was high on weed and had taken ecstasy for the first time. He heard voices coming from walls, and saw ghosts walking down the street.
He gained some pleasure from the light rain that was descending. In one day, he had met the universe. And it was just the beginning of the summer.
His saunter turned into a dance down the road. Jack stumbled down the street leading to his house on Borden. He swung the door open to his pad with great volition of strength. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was rushing out, as they say in rave speak. He was feeling the ecstasy, and could tell that the weed was also kicking in. Wandering south his thoughts again began to wander.
He wondered about George and his contact with Milan Kundera. The man must be a liar, he thought. I guess that they are compatriots. Who knows? And that Marcus, shooting a film with the drummer, who was always pounding those drums around the city — Marcus must have a lot of musician friends.
So, today, he ambled with weak knees, I met artists, literati, druggees, a Hindu princess and a snow queen. He reached College St. He carefully walked around them to the intersection and crossed the street. In the window, he could see Deutsche Marc, the anarchist from the old Arts Alliance crew, sitting with some people, in the corner of Sneaky Disease. He entered the bar. Jack was so youthful looking that the bouncer had to check him for identification of majority.
The man let him pass through the archway and into the congested bar. Let me introduce you to them. Brown, is from the former USSR, and over here, in front of me, is Vlad, the leader of this internet project. We steal information and use it for our own benefits.
The internet, so far, is a relatively free place of unbridled activity. Pornography, academic speeches, independent music and art… all for free.
Say… pull up a chair and join us for a round. By this point, Jack was feeling like he could do just about anything. He was rushing out. A bottle of Stella for my friend! Within only a brief moment, the bottle arrived at the table. Jack nursed it slowly. They kept drifting back to Shanti, who had stolen his heart. Jack was now examining the room, his eyes darting all over the place.
He saw the bartenders serving at the bar, making small talk with their patrons. He examined the graffiti on the walls. He saw the hockey game playing on the television set above the bar. He gazed out into the street. People were passing by back and forth in a blur.
He put his head in his hands. He felt sick, and just when his body went completely numb, his jaw dropped open an inch and he heaved puke all over the table. Jack wished that he was on Star Trek and could beam himself straight to bed. Nonetheless, he got out of his chair, walked through the door, careful to avoid the bouncer, and, the world slowing down all around him, the lights on the street casting a glaze off the wet streets, meandering around the traffic, and managed to find his way home.
He blew chunks in the toilet, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and, finding his bed, made his way resolutely to sleep. He just closed his lids, lay in the foetal position, as if he were a child, and quickly drifted off to sleep. Jack awoke the next morning, flat on his stomach, his face in the pillow, with a splitting headache. He opened the blinds to let the sunshine into his room.
It was no longer raining, and he had to get some work done on his thesis. But first, he went to the kitchen, in bare feet, boxers, and a t-shirt, to make himself some eggs and toast. He heated the kettle and poured himself a cup of instant coffee.
He put the frying pan on the stove, put a pat of butter on the pan, and cracked open two eggs. The eggs were making a nice crackling sound in the pan, and he flipped them over, to make them over easy. Eggs were easy to make, and he usually had them in the morning. He placed two slices of bread in the toaster, beside the stove, and toasted them up. Grabbing a plate from the cupboard, he slid the eggs onto the plate, and when the toast popped, he placed it on the plate as well.
He made a sandwich out of the eggs and toast, sat at the old wooden table, on the green wooden chair, and ate his breakfast. He thought about his thesis on the Autistic Theatre of Robert Wilson. Basically, the theme of autism dealt with the dissociation between internal and external planes of perception, as the senses between the internal aural and visual cognition were in conflict with the external senses.
But Robert Wilson, who worked with the deaf and mute, and their forms of communication, tried to heal the state of autism, that he believed was overcoming civilization. Autism led to the alienation between the self and the other. He finished his breakfast, rinsed the plate and pan in the sink, and carried his mug of coffee into his room. He called out to the girls, but there was no reply.
At any rate, they must have gone out already. Jack turned on his computer, and then looked at his watch. Holy shit, he thought. He quickly threw on some jeans and a polo shirt. He buttoned them up and taking his keys, shut his bedroom door, and exited the house through the front.
He slammed the door behind him so that it would lock automatically. He ran up the street to Harbord, then east on Harbord, past the fish and chips shop, past the bakery, and straight into the Sugar Bowl.
His stomach was still feeling queasy from the night before, but he tried to act nonchalant. Josh and Shanti were sitting at the corner, just as Jack had left them there the day before.
I tried some ecstasy for the first time. It was great! First, it gave me a burst of energy as though I felt like I could dance for hours. Then, I felt rather dizzy and so I meandered around town. I met a lot of cool people, some artists, a musician, some global conspirators planning world wide revolution over the internet… anyway, I had some dope, and I had a beer… then I went to bed. Then Phoenix came up to the table. Without knowing why, and as if his body were completely not his own, he jumped up and followed Phoenix to the counter.
She poured a bit on the counter. She took the twenty dollar bill, rolled, so that it was like a little straw, and covering her left nostril, snorted the line into her right. She did this by placing the bill inside her right nostril, and pulling the coke into her nose by breathing gently. Without knowing why, Jack followed suit. That powder she wiped on her gums. Jack began to feel numb.
His jaw clenched and his face felt tingly. Go sit down. He did as he was told. You look bagged! He had broken into a cold sweat. It could have been the hangover, from the beer, from the weed, or the ecstasy. But, what he was really feeling was the cold rush from the coke.
He wiped his nostril, as some liquid seemed to keep dripping from his nose. He felt like a rabbit, twitching his nose… his limbs were cold, and his thoughts were once again racing. Even though he barely knew her, he reached over and began to touch the back of her hand, under the table.
Her hand was resting on her knee, and she pretended not to notice. The coke had really sped him up. Phoenix went back to the counter. Phoenix grabbed the sugar and cream from the counter and brought them back to Jack. Now I just need a pad and pen to get back to my work.
He felt her hand return the caress. You need to relax and take a breather. Did you take a pill? And I want you moved out of my house by tomorrow. Is that clear? Phoenix had no choice but to concur.
Tears were welling up in her clear blue eyes. They looked as if a sudden mist had formed over two little seas. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You can move your belongings tomorrow. Phoenix nodded her head. She walked across the floor to where the three customers were sitting.
Can you help me out? They had some of their jockey friends help them move. Just one question. When am I supposed to move in? Monday sounds great. They both pretended not to notice, but as Jack removed his hand from her thigh, he gave it a little squeeze.
What a doll, thought Jack. Josh was glowering, looking down at his computer screen. Shanti grabbed the cheque from her little brown suede purse.
But I think that Phoenix and I better leave now. High on cocaine, Phoenix and Jack said little to each other. Why bother, with words, thought Jack. They rounded the corner back to the love shack. Just as Jack had thought, the two girls had departed and had taken their stuff with them in a moving van.
They entered the house, Jack opening the door for the nymphet with those dreamy blue eyes, and curly blonde locks. He showed her around the place, and showed her which room was to be hers. He told her the sum that she was to be having to pay per month.
They decided to call and order in for pizza. The girls left their television set for Jack to have until the end of the summer. They were rich and the set was old, so they probably would just be leaving it there for good. The furniture in the room remained there as it went with the house, and Jack sat back on the couch.
Phoenix sat beside him, and curled into his body, beneath his right arm. Then, Jack decided to pull out a bottle of red wine. He got up from his embrace, and entered the kitchen. He took a bottle from his cupboard, and pulled out his knife from his pocket.
It had a corkscrew in it and he opened the bottle with the knife. He carried the bottle with two glasses to the couch. They sipped at the glasses slowly. Neither of them cared to say a word. The buzz from the cocaine was wearing off, and so they decided to do another fat line each. Phoenix pulled out her mirror, and bank card, and drew up two lines.
They took the rolled up bill and snorted the powder. They felt quiet and peaceful. Phoenix was fond of him, took her bony hand, and caressed his stubbled cheek. She kissed him on the lips. Jack was enflamed. He touched her long neck, and kissed her on it; he bit it a little, and sucked at it until it left a mark on her alabaster skin.
The doorbell rang. Jack jolted up, opened the door, paid the pizza delivery man for the goods, and taking the pizza, locked the door. He sat down with Phoenix at the kitchen table and enjoyed his supper.
After he had indulged in a few slices, the blonde not caring to have any herself, without a word the two headed back to the living room. They lay on the couch and began to make out. Feeling wicked, and knowing that he had no real attraction to this girl, he undid his buckle to his belt, and pulled it off his jeans, like a whip. Phoenix laughed. Lying on top of the girl, he grabbed her arms, and pulled them above her head.
He tied the belt around her wrists, and through the arm of the sofa. Pulling the black leather belt tight, he ripped open her silky blouse. He sucked at them gently. He tore open his jeans, as he did hers, and moved inside of her, between her legs. The coke kept him strong and forceful. Kneeling between her open legs, he forced himself into her sex. She moaned out his name. After a few thrusts and pulls, he was finished.
He pulled back on his jeans and untied her arms from the sofa. Jack pulled out a smoke from his pack of Gaulouises. Nah… he mused. He felt perfect satiation. In perfect contentment, the two dozed off into a peaceful reverie. Chapter Five. Jack awoke early in the morning, to find Phoenix munching on a cold piece of leftover pizza, in the kitchen. He was shivering, and felt rather cold. It must have been the withdrawal from the drugs. He wandered back down the hall to lie down in his bed.
He covered himself up with the blankets, and drifted back into sleep. Phoenix, up to her old tricks, kept snorting line after line of blow, on the kitchen table, until her gram of coke in the small plastic baggy was finished. Then, she moved her hands, roving across his muscular pectorals, as he lay on his back, and then reached into his jeans to stroke his cock.
She unbuttoned his jeans, grasped his firm cock in her hands, and kissing his chest, abdomen and groping down further, with her long neck, kissed the tip of his cock with her lips.
Opening her mouth, as Jack just lay flat on his back squirming in erotic frenzy, she swallowed his member and began to suck. After a while, he came in waves in her mouth, and she devoured the fluid. Nearing dawn, as the sun was beginning to shine through the window, she let go of his member, and clung on to his torso with her arms. Her blonde locks sprawled across his naked chest, and they lay beneath the covers. They slept until noon, until the sun was high in the sky, filling the room with bright light.
They got up, dressed back in their clothes from the night before, and walked up Brunswick St, north to the restaurant. They sat on the patio, under the shade of an umbrella, barely speaking a word to each other.
They paused for a moment, and Jack, without much left to do, stirred the sugar into the coffee in his cup. Are you in? Uptown snow. Jack felt blood rush to his face, and he blushed. Phoenix and Jack paid the bill, and went for a walk along Bloor St. He started to explain the ideas behind the Autistic Theatre of Robert Wilson, but she seemed dumbfounded by the explanation.
The collision between those worlds, with the waking mundane reality, created a schism in the psychology of man, and Wilson believed that this movement towards autism in civilization was moving rapidly in society, and creating a world of greater alienation between people.
By extracting the imaginary, and bringing it to light, by slowing down the spectacle, forcing greater awareness and attentivity in the audience, the spectators would conquer their alienation from the self and the other. He explained that drugs can induce this autism in an individual, and that the ecstasy that he had done the other day, had made him feel a sense of the autism that the world was experiencing.
He had gained greater enlightenment into the psychology of the autistic patient. He paused. And then, he thought, I wonder if she has understood a single word that I have said. Then, Phoenix broke the silence,. I get that sometimes when I am withdrawing from Coke. I do find it rather boring. He reached over and grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed her white knuckles. I myself am incapable of love. We do have a rather gay party to go to this evening.
He took her hand as she rose from the bench, and walking with their hands linked they travelled the windy path down to Harbord, to the love shack on Borden.
When they got home, Phoenix told Jack that she wanted to take a shower. So, she took his red towel, and went into the bathroom. Jack, feeling bored, with nothing to do, the ennui, suffering of tedious daily life, weltshmerz, lay down on his back, and closed his eyes.
The problem was, his mind kept returning to the image of Shanti, the Hindu princess that he met the other day. He pictured her firm breasts, closed taut in her blue shirt. He pictured her in a long skirt, with a peacock print design. Torturing himself with this image of a woman that he had not possessed, and he believed, could not possess, he dozed in and out of sleep.
He lost track of time, and finally, when Phoenix came back into the room, he opened his eyes. Her hair was wet and matted down her head. She asked Jack if he had a hair dryer.
Taking the towel off, she exposed her full naked body to Jack. Her hips were bony, her body was emaciated — he much preferred women with a little meat on them. She stood there with her blue eyes shining, her skin moist from the shower. She wrapped the towel around her hips, keeping her upper body exposed to Jack. Maybe later, or tomorrow. And she took off the towel, and began to dry her ivory skin. She dressed herself in heavy denim jeans, with bell-bottoms, tied tight around the waist by a black, leather belt.
She took out her make-up kit, and applied dark rouge lipstick to her lips, mascara, eye-liner and blue eye-shadow to her eyes, and a little bit of red blush to her cheeks. This made her look a bit like a china doll. Are you up for it? For the party tonight. Do you have some money? She laughed. We need some for the party tonight. Pass me my wallet. He picked it up, and pulled fifty dollars, two twenties and a ten, from the black leather wallet. He threw the money at Phoenix.
With a mad, splitting headache, Jack buried his head in his pillows, pulled the covers tight around his body, and began to snore. In a year known for the Occupy movement and what became known as the Arab Spring, our lexicographers chose bluster as their Word of the Year for This rare word was chosen to represent because it described so much of the world around us.
Editors at Dictionary. And so, we named tergiversate the Word of the Year. Unlike in , change was no longer a campaign slogan. But, the term still held a lot of weight. The national debate can arguably be summarized by the question: In the past two years, has there been enough change? Has there been too much? Thou had been prior to all the past on the heights of always abiding eternity Thy years do not come and go, but ours, to come to all of them, go and go Thou created every time, Thou had been prior to any time, and there was no time when time was not at all.
Confession Allah precedes in the sense of being just as yesterday comes prior to today, but He does not precede in time, for He is the time However, the imagination presents the matter as between the Creator and His creation a temporary extension took place.
This is explained by the custom of sensory perception to assume the existence of temporary lag between priority and transient things. Ibn Arabi For comparison with the quoted text, belonging to the Biblical tradition, we present excerpts from Eastern religious and mystical texts Thou art without beginning, beyond time, beyond space. Thou art He, from which three worlds occured. Yajurveda Thou art neither far, nor near, neither in heaven, nor in earth, neither in samsara nor in nirvana.
Praise to Thou, not abiding anywhere! Who can praise Thou, devoid of origin and not liable to death, who has no end, no middle, no perceiver and perceived? Praise the Buddha and who knows how to walk Sugata , and who leaved the way, who did not go and did not come! Chatuh-stava There is something that exists before Heaven and Earth, which has no form, buried in silence.
It is master of all phenomena, and is not subject to the change of seasons. Zen According to the book of Proverbs 8: Christ was present in the Garden of Eden in Gnostic mythology - as a snake, cf. Jesus Christ the same yesterday and today and for ever the same. Hebrews Details of these very difficult questions - about the time, sin and entropy - will be discussed in Chapter So, God dwells in eternity.
But man lives in time and because - in his own world, which he created. This is the mater! And, wretched sorcerer before the magic world, Created by me, I stand. Tyutchev Irresolute hand Brought these clouds And the sad eyes met Their dimmed pattern. Unhappy and quiet, I am the creator of the mine worlds Where sky is artificial And crystal dew is asleep Mandelstam In the heavenly Jerusalem there is no time, the "laws of nature" do not work too of course!
Compared with the Divine world, human worlds "the artificial sky and sleeping crystal dew" are inevitably flawed, but certainly not to the same degree.
Sometimes it is very sad and absurd world say, the worlds of " red conspiracy ", alcohol or drug dreams, which were discussed in the first chapter. Basil the Great. This ability gets most striking forms in the literary and artistic works, as will be discussed further. It is important to emphasize, however, that the ability to create worlds is essential for everyday life.
For it is good to feel that all that gripped her with such a force was not free from the constant hint that this is only an appearance. But the sight undoubtedly contained liquefied, diluted reality - perhaps not yet becoming the earth really, - Agatha thought.
And in one of those marvelous moments when the place where she stood, seemed dissolved in limbo, she was able to believe that beyond her, in the space in which you can never look in, it may be wise God! Man Without Qualities Thesis, which we are trying to prove is this: The world in which you live is illusory. You made it up. Know that there is a hidden reality that is revealed to us as the supreme beauty, to know and to feel it - that is the core of the true religion.
Einstein Anyone creates by an illusion and his power of imagination that does not exist thereof; this is the general state of things. Who knows - does not to co-create the energy that has is and is beyond energy container Ibn Arabi Fantasy remains a human right: Tolkien Unfortunately very mildly, unfortunately!
Jeremiah 5: In this gap a man just creates "secondary" worlds. They form a kind of veil, or veil that separates man from the ultimate reality, which now becomes unbearable for him in fact, this is the tragedy of the Fall Did not you see the one who took his passion for Allah, and Allah knocked him out of the way of His knowledge and put the seal on his hearing and his heart, and laid veil on his vision. Who will lead him after Allah? Do you not come to your senses? It is impossible to God-created beam beamed for us differently than mystically shrouded by medley of sacred veils and correspondingly and suitably prepared for us by Father Providence.
Celestial Hierarchy 1. This motif has been known already in Greek mythology: Truly, there are seven thousand veils of light and darkness that hide the Lord. If He allowed to take these curtains, light of the greatness of His countenance would destroyed and wiped out all life. Islamic hadith In the quantum world, as will be discussed in detail in Chapter 6, we again encounter the "veil" that separates us from the true reality that is too terrible for the mind of the ordinary man to contact it directly.
Tht modern philosopher writes: Condition that must be satisfied If you do not meet these conditions, the meeting itself leads to what I call the annihilation, that is disappearing both the subject of human attention, desire, interest, and the man himself The field [of seeing] If we saw by a miracle, say, in a state of epileptic,- electrons, which are transformed in our field of vision Boom of knowledge Only occasionally divine reality penetrates all veils in some images, shows itself through them, passing in the mind of man.
Sufferings of man at this point can not be compared to anything else. It is these "moments of truth" very distorted and incomplete, of course are sources of high poetry: But we, poets. HЖlderlin, cf. Therefore it is very common for people to refuse to even attempt to approach it - even glimpse the truth is too scary Matt. At the same time, as the biblical prophets say see, e. Rudyard Kipling The desire to withdraw into his own world, isolated from God and from the tragedy of existence, in fact, entails a new tragedy.
We think not so, my lord. To me it is a prison. William Shakespeare. Hamlet Bad dreams - this is very important. It is that sleep of death, referred to in the monologue "To be or not to be In addition to suicide, considered by Hamlet, the progress of science and technology provides additional opportunities to withdraw into a nutshell - to go into virtual reality, the world of their own dreams and desires. Sleg from the "Prey items of the century" by Strugatsky is, if science fiction, the " passing range fiction", very slightly superior with respect to today technology.
Remaining within the materialistic and atheistic worldview , it is not easy to explain what is, in fact, wrong in slang if we exclude the possible harm to health and so on, i. Probably not coincidentally, Boris Strugatsky, judging by his answers to questions from fans on the Internet, now will not find anything particularly awful in the world of "Prey items Reminder and punishment for creature forgetting its high purpose.
The world came about through a mistake. For he who created it wanted to create it imperishable and immortal. He fell short of attaining his desire. For the world never was imperishable, nor, for that matter, was he who made the world. Gospel of Philip 99 Sophia, which is called Pistis, wanted to commit an act alone, without her comrades. And her act was the painting of the sky, [so that] the veil exists between the heavenly and the internal eons. And there occurred a shadow beneath the veil, and that shadow became a matter.
The essence of the Archons Gnostics construct complex hierarchical schemes of the world structure eons with the authorities-archons and distinguish the god-creator demiurge , who represents evil or ignorance, and the true unknown God. In the orthodox Judeo-Christian tradition, with its concept of sin, the responsibility for the gap rests on the human.
However, closer analysis reveals that the two positions are not so opposed. Russian philosopher L. Karsavin, who deeply researched Gnosticism, gives a convincing psychological interpretation of its frightening images: And do not appear our thoughts and feelings as something other? Did not you thought Yaldabaof, a terrible, evil and dark god? Earth and mountain Sophia In this interpretation, the role of the evil demiurge belongs to the man himself: Each of us must recognize that he is the creator of all evil in himself.
Six Days Demiurge of your world is you, shifting the blame to the "archons" fails because archons appear as a personification of your own sinful desires. We expect the truth, and find in ourselves one doubt. We are looking for happiness, and find only misery and death. We are to want the truth and happiness, but are unable to neither true knowledge, nor happiness. This desire is left to us as a punishment, and to give us a feel how much what height we fell.
Thoughts According to the Gnostic and Manichaean mythology, the soul of man plunges down into the evil-soaked material layers.
In the traditional language, the soul is compared to a pearl; this symbolism is often found in the literature, starting from the ancient "Hymn to Pearl" to "Burdened with evil" by Strugatsky. Sparks of divine light are trapped in matter: Such discoveries do not require bribes; silence is in the whole district.
How much light is crammed into star splinter at nightfall! Brodsky Stars are fragments: The hero is able to see the light of something beyond visible world. The brook too had altered in character. A trembling radiance came up from its green water, like some imprisoned force escaping into the air. His vision altered and he came to an automatic standstill. He was perceiving two worlds simultaneously. With his own eyes he saw the gorge as before, with its rocks, brook, plant-animals, sunshine, and shadows.
But with his acquired eyes he saw differently. The green sparks from the brook, when closely watched, could be distinguished individually, each one wavering up toward the clouds, but the moment they got within them a fearful struggle seemed to begin.
The spark endeavoured to escape through to the upper air, while the clouds concentrated around it whichever way it darted, trying to create so dense a prison that further movement would be impossible. As far as Maskull could detect, most of the sparks succeeded eventually in finding their way out after frantic efforts; but one that he was looking at was caught, and what happened was this.
A complete ring of cloud surrounded it, and, in spite of its furious leaps and flashes in all directions--as if it were a live, savage creature caught in a net--nowhere could it find an opening, but it dragged the enveloping cloud stuff with it, wherever it went.
The vapours continued to thicken around it, until they resembled the black, heavy, compressed sky masses seen before a bad thunderstorm. Then the green spark, which was still visible in the interior, ceased its efforts, and remained for a time quite quiescent.
The cloud shape went on consolidating itself, and became nearly spherical; as it grew heavier and stiller, it started slowly to descend toward the valley floor. When it was directly opposite Maskull, with its lower end only a few feet off the ground, its motion stopped altogether and there was a complete pause for at least two minutes. Suddenly, like a stab of forked lightning, the great cloud shot together, became small, indented, and coloured, and as a plant-animal started walking around on legs and rooting up the ground in search of food The sphere was still there, but between it and the Muspel-world in the novel - a world of true reality.
Nightspore knew that it was Crystalman d emiurg e. A flood of fierce light--but it was not light, but passion--was streaming all the time from Muspel to the Shadow, and through it. When, however, it emerged on the other side, which was the sphere, the light was altered in character. It became split, as by a prism, into the two forms of life which he had previously seen--the green corpuscles and the whirls.
What had been fiery spirit but a moment ago was now a disgusting mass of crawling, wriggling individuals, each whirl of pleasure-seeking will having, as nucleus, a fragmentary spark of living green fire. Nightspore recollected the back rays of Starkness, and it flashed across him with the certainty of truth that the green sparks were the back rays, and the whirls the forward rays, of Muspel.
The former were trying desperately to return to their place of origin, but were overpowered by the brute force of the latter, which wished only to remain where they were. The individual whirls were jostling and fighting with, and even devouring, each other. This created pain, but, whatever pain they felt, it was always pleasure that they sought.
Sometimes the green sparks were strong enough for a moment to move a little way in the direction of Muspel; the whirls would then accept the movement, not only without demur, but with pride and pleasure, as if it were their own handiwork--but they never saw beyond the Shadow, they thought that they were travelling toward it Voyage to Arcturus We can try to interpret this passage in a "physical" language: For a detailed description of the Gnostic worldview, traditions of astrology, alchemy and hermeticism introduce special term h emarmen meaning tyrannical reign of supreme Archons-stars over the world of body and soul but not spirit!
The stars are strengthened by deities-creators between the firmament and the ground on a rotating stellar sphere the Wheel. The flickering light of stars is a consequence of that archons own living soul particles, sparks of good light. Similar images can be found in the works of Carlos Castaneda Giant Eagle, managing and eating consciousness. Although usually one emphasizes the incompatibility of the gnostic doctrine and Christian orthodoxy, one has to recognize that the Gnostics struggled painfully with the very real problem - the problem of abandonment by God.
One of the most authoritative Gnostic authors from the orthodox point of view - heresiarch Basilides repeated: Modern man is not protected by traditional faith, and cannot even understand this impulse - not to mention the Christian "God is love" 1 Jn. God is a stranger to charity. Those who say that he is good, they just do not know him. There is nothing more inhuman than god. He is raged and cunning, like lightning. Similar to lightning from the clouds, from which one does not expect lightning.
And then, suddenly, he hits - all of a sudden, suddenly, he brings down on the man hit and represents all his cruelty. Or his love. Or his brutal love. From he you can expect anything.
He can manifest himself at any time and in everything. Sibyl The problem in question exists, of course, in most orthodox point of view too. It should be not ignored, but to be solves by each person individually!
In many places, the Bible says that God has hidden His face from people. And my wrath is kindled against them in that day, and I will forsake them and hide my face from them, and they shall be devoured, and many evils befall them, and sorrow, and they will say in that day, that is not the reason why these evils come upon that not [the Lord] God among us?
Deuteronomy Thou didst hide thy face, and I was embarrassed. Psalms Since the World War I, mankind seemed specially defined to demonstrate the capabilities of the creature, abandoned by the Creator as spoken in the Soviet period, abandoned due to numerous requests of workers.
The whole mankind has Mlligrubs and colic, - And the whole story of it is- History of the disease. Sore one lives more cheerfully, Fiercely, and more useless - And enjoys its History of the disease. However, this issue is too serious to talk about it in passing. The whole XX century was the "century of Job" - without the visible yet?
Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net. I cry aloud, and no judgment. He blocked my way, and I can not pass, and set darkness in my paths. He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head. He hath destroyed me, and I am going away, and, as a tree, my hope hath he removed.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I was left with the skin of my teeth. Have mercy on me, have mercy on me you, my friends, for the hand of God hath touched me. Job 19 According to the New Testament tradition, the promise uttered by the prophet Isaiah "with everlasting kindness I have mercy on you" is performed by Christ, the prototype of which is Job.
However, this does not negate the tragedy of human existence, but gives to it depth and inner meaning. Therefore, brethren, boldness to enter into the holiest by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way, which he hath consecrated for us, through the veil, that is to say, his flesh. He is our peace, who hath made both one, and has broken down the dividing wall, by abolishing in his flesh the enmity, even the law of commandments and ordinances, that of the two to create in himself one new man, so making peace, and in one body to reconcile both to God through the cross, slain the enmity thereby.
Ephesians 2: The bridal chamber, however, remains hidden. It is the Holy in the Holy. The veil at first concealed how God controlled the creation, but when the veil is rent and the things inside are revealed, this house will be left desolate, or rather will be destroyed. And the whole inferior godhead will flee from here, but not into the holies of the holies, for it will not be able to mix with the unmixed light and the flawless fullness, but will be under the wings of the cross and under its arms.
This ark will be their salvation when the flood of water surges over them. If some belong to the order of the priesthood, they will be able to go within the veil with the high priest. For this reason, the veil was not rent at the top only, since it would have been open only to those above; nor was it rent at the bottom only, since it would have been revealed only to those below.
But it was rent from the top to bottom. Those above opened to us the things below, in order that we may go in to the secret of the truth. This truly is what is held in high regard, and what is strong! But we shall go in there by means of lowly types and forms of weakness.
They are lowly indeed when compared with the perfect glory. There is glory which surpasses glory. There is power which surpasses power. Therefore, the perfect things have opened to us, together with the hidden things of truth.
The holies of the holies were revealed, and the bridal chamber invited us in. As long as it is hidden, wickedness is indeed ineffectual, but it has not been removed from the midst of the seed of the Holy Spirit. They are slaves of evil. But when it is revealed, then the perfect light will flow out on every one. And all those who are in it will receive the chrism. Then the slaves will be free and the captives ransomed.
Gospel of Philip At the same time, the sacrifice of Christ does not remove the problem of the gap with God and, therefore, of being of "empirical" man in the evil because abandonment by God! A person should get out of his own world, where he had locked himself playing the role of demiurge, and reunite with the world the Ultimate Reality.
Considering man as demiurge, it is natural to ask: Primary , that is true , world, created by God, could be anything or non-existent - God did not have to create the world! God is love God does not need anything. He gives the fullness. The teaching that God "did not have to" make world is not dry scholasticism, it is very important It spawned unwanted creatures to love them and improve.
He created the world, feeling or feeling? Have no time for him , as swarming flies at the cross, it hurts to touch the tree scarred back as breath when sagging body as unbearably sore hands, when you have to breathe Here it is, love.
There He is God, the Creator of all love. Love Statement of arbitrary Divine act of creation is very important and, in fact, non-commom even within the Judeo-Christian worldview.
In the Western Christian tradition, two lines are traced that go back ultimately to Aristotle and Plato. Thomas Aquinas, who synthesized in its system the Catholic dogma with the teachings of of Aristotle, stated: In any case, God does not fit the created world, and creation is an act of self-limitation of God belittling - Greek kenosis.
By the very act of creation, God binds Himself. We are talking about the limits of self-restraint. This idea is emphasized in the tales by C. Lewis belonging to the Christian tradition , where Aslan acts - the embodiment of God in the form of a lion: Lucy saw She ran forward with a little cry of delight and with her arms stretched out.
Oh, Aslan," said she, "it was kind of you to come. As if anything I could do would make you visible! The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Under the law, the mighty lion Aslan is even forced to sacrifice humbly himself at the behest of an evil Witch, ruling in this world "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe". In a somewhat vulgarized form the same idea is expressed by the well-known disciple of the mystic and occultist G.
Gurdjieff We talked a lot about the idea of a miracle, that the Absolute can not express their will in our world, and this is manifested only in the form of mechanical laws and may not appear in their violation. I do not remember which one of us came to mind the well-known, though not very respectful school history, in which we saw an illustration of this law.
It was a seminarian-age Rules of the game are the essence of the game, and their violation would ruin the whole game. In Search of the Miraculous On the other hand, many other medieval scholastics, and following them - also for the most profound thinkers of modern philosophy, God is certainly above the laws of logic and has nothing to do with them. Well-known scholar St. Peter Damian , the words "philosophy is the maid of Theology" can be traced to him wrote: See, to the claim that God can not restore the maiden after a fall, though consistently, one adds: As if forever one established that if the maid is flawed, she is no longer able to be clean.
That, of course, is true in relation to the nature, and it is correct to assert: Indeed, the opposite of one another, so if one takes place, the other can not be However, this impossibility After all, the one who gave birth to nature, easily, if desires, removes natural necessity.
On divine omnipotence Later, Descartes thought a lot about the relationship between divine omnipotence and human mind see the book by Shestov "Athens and Jerusalem". The problem is whether God can create the world in such a way that its structure, its construction is superior to our ability to understand We can introduce the concept of God as a representation, as part of our structure of philosophical reflection, if we limit him in some way, and attribute to him the need to create only such a world, which we can understand.
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