Chaos Children: Children Gaia, Tartarus, Erebus, Nyx, and Eros
Oh dark act, violation, murder! Abyss, give birth to the unredeemed. Who is our redeemer? Who our leader?
Where are the ways through black wastes? God, do not abandon us!
What are you summoning, God?
Raise your hand up to the darkness above you, pray, despair, wring your hands, kneel, press your forehead into the dust, cry out, but do not name Him, do not look at Him. Leave Him without name and form.
What should form the formless? Name the nameless?
Step onto the great way and grasp what is nearest. Do not look out, do not want, but lift up your hands.
The gifts of darkness are full of riddles.
The way is open to whomever can continue in spite of riddles.
Submit to the riddles and the thoroughly incomprehensible.
There are dizzying bridges over the eternally deep abyss. But follow the riddles.
Endure them, the terrible ones. It is still dark, and the terrible goes on growing.
Lost and swallowed by the streams of procreating life, we approach the overpowering, inhuman forces that are busily creating what is to come. How much future the depths carry!
Are not the threads spun down there over millennia?
riddles, bear them in your heart, warm them, be pregnant with them. Thus you carry the future.
The tension of the future is unbearable in us. It must break through narrow cracks, it must force new ways.
You want to cast off the burden, you want to escape the inescapable.
Running away is deception and detour.
Shut your eyes so that you do not see the manifold, the outwardly plural, the tearing away and the tempting.
There is only one way and that is your way; there is only one salvation and that is your salvation.
Why are you looking around for help?
Do you believe that help will come from outside? What is to come is created in you and from you.
Hence look into yourself Do not compare, do not measure.
No other way is Wee yours. All other
ways deceive and tempt you. You must fulfill the way that is in you.
Oh, that all men and all their ways become strange to you!
Thus might you find them again within yourself and recognize their ways.
But what weakness! What doubt! What fear! You will not bear going your way.
You always want to have at least one foot on paths not your own to avoid the great solitude!
So that maternal comfort is always with you!
So that someone acknowledges you, recognizes you, bestows trust in you, comforts you, encourages you.
So that someone pulls you over onto their path, where you stray from yourself and where it is easier for you to set yourself aside.
As if you were not yourself!
Who should accomplish your deeds? Who should carry your virtues and your vices?
You do not come to an end with your life, and the dead will besiege you terribly to live your unlived life.
Everything must be fulfilled.
Time is of the essence, so why do you want to pile up the lived and let the unlived rot? ~Carl Jung, Red Book,