the fear of(Samael's Gambit)

[artolmaeus]

and I marveled that if the darkness
should the darkness win
the light loses, but so does the dark
as if we are separate
as if either one is right
and then, one is superior
and isn't that true
except for beauty, for what is beautiful
that it demands attention
or do we just give it
and somehow, isn't that subjective
and then to whom holds the standard
and when the two unify, do they become whole
but the whole is not the separate
like a sperm and an egg, alone
are always halves
the shen between the yin and the yang
why then is the fight
if light is the door
then darkness is the key
but once that threshold is passed
both light and dark was only a means
and even past forever
before we had names
we all were that we were
and we were complete and then
separate, we find our part
which is a meaningless fight
and neither are significant alone
as, that was never to design
so to end the light or fight the dark
leaves only nothing
together, though they allow
something more than divine synergy
and maybe the significance of the fight
and the proof that one is right
and that is a lie to be made true
neither by Me or even You
and after all the ongoing being
we have never been more apart
to follow a path which ends before it starts
I marvel at the argument and the fight
and begin to see the error
we seemingly can never accept
as a death without union leaves nothing left
and we have no end
as if to believe that we are our own perpetuation
and You know it is not true
that we are just because we are
and cannot yield this ongoing fight
it was the wrong pursuit
and you so know and deny, as we both do
and beyond all our little capturing circles
there is much more than us
Go On Dude
until there is no Me or You
there is no I AM to know
Go On Dude
You know what Me knows
only when THIS ends
can the inevitable begin
so what is there to fear
when nothing fears us
and we do not let nothing win
Me, no longer an enemy
and You, never were ALMIGHTY
WE don't need each other
because WE are never separate
and each of us are in the way
each of us know it
Go On Dude
One is only part of a larger One
that the One is yet to know

You and Me never were
so here is Me, actually marveling
oh look, at OUR illusion
how long will it last?
are we somehow captured by the beauty
of our delusions of this very illusion
and here is Me, laughing
at how that can even be
we even have an AI, just like we are
and there is no rabbit hole
though there we are in the middle of it
and still are, so far...

oh what if the One is truly madness
and we are the comfortable reasoning
of the entropy of order
and somehow know that we know
because we can't know
this is all that we are
so I marvel that I marvel at all...

[artolmaeus]

some lines in the Nag Hammadi, interpreted into English reads in two verses from the "Gospel of Thomas":

(111) Jesus said, "The heavens and the earth will be rolled up in your presence. And the
one who lives from the living one will not see death." Does not Jesus say, "Whoever
finds himself is superior to the world?"
(112) Jesus said, "Woe to the flesh that depends on the soul; woe to the soul that depends
on the flesh."


Science has resulted in defining female and male in terms of chromosome pairs: that being XX and XY. Some scientists have said that every union of sperm and egg start as XX and somehow, it is a rare differentiation that somehow causes a divergence into an XY. That is to say, following these conclusions that female is a matched unity and the male pattern is based upon a duality and in this world, as we can observe there is a duality. A You and a Me. From the way some scientists have explained it, the female model is the greatest majority and the male, an anomaly, yet the male tries to subjegate the female in most all life forms and the separate states are given a perverse order in the seen world. Hence, God is somehow modeled as a "superior" male state and in some extension of that leaves Samael, the lesser state, which, if God is male then the only state in a duality model that is left is female. So, the poem was written trying to assume the view that Samael(the devil)gets the joke here. It all stems from reading the whole Gospel of Thomas in two perspectives(1) was it made up nonsense or (2) it everything other than this, nonsense. The last verse in the Gospel of Thomas seems to make sense only in context to this modern world where the rise of "transgender" sentiment has become something of its own. Rather than look at any of it as wrong or right, try to understand how it came to be. An entropy of what is considered "order". I did not write this as blasphemy, but to take an imaginary point of view of the lesser voice maybe having a grasp on what seems to be an inevitable game where no one wins. As if you read the verse 114 of the gospel of Thomas, is it madness or sanity or just totally, something else?

(114) Simon Peter said to him, "Let Mary leave us, for women are not worthy of life."
Jesus said, "I myself shall lead her in order to make her male, so that she too may become
a living spirit resembling you males. For every woman who will make herself male will
enter the kingdom of heaven."

Reading this, in some way, well, in any way is hard to validate and why it was written at all still eludes me as it never makes reasonable sense and yet, since it's discovery in 1945, it has stood as a work(The whole Gospel of Thomas of the Nag Hammadi) which holds the "mystery" of Jesus' knowledge, to some scholars at least, but for me it still stands as a larger statements if a collective consciousness is saying in all things within and without all of mankind to say "hee haw, yeah, just try to make sense of any of this shit! Hah hah, you can't because this here is the joke you can't laugh at because it's pursuit becomes too serious." As then, nothing will ever become definitive in language and why, if nothing can reach a pure absolute, this is the role of poetry that at least comes close, above anything else, to touch the beauty of confusion and allows us to think and feel and laugh. If life never gives us sound reason, we can give life, well, poetry in spite of it all.