Revelation of the Seventh Day of the Eighth Month of the Two Thousand and Fourteenth Year
The last installment of The Work Underway, which I published on this website sometime in the misty past and can now barely remember, must, I believe, have concerned my project In Paradise. This, I want to emphasize, is the book which I have been planning to publish next, because it is the one which I should publish next, since it necessarily follows from and belongs together with its two predecessors, The Effort to Fall and The Comedy of Agony. Unlike these two, I feel compelled to point out, it is not a philosophical work in aphoristic form. But that is because it is not supposed to be such a work and could not possibly fulfill its purpose if it were. In Paradise is not only the completion but the negation of what precedes it. The necessary completion. The necessary negation. And yet it is not. Of course, The Effort to Fall and The Comedy of Agony are quite capable of negating themselves, of—if I may be permitted to use so bold a metaphor—committing suicide unassisted, for that is precisely what they were designed to do. After destroying their author, destroying their reader, and then destroying the entire universe, they were designed to destroy themselves. Nevertheless, self-sufficient universal dissolvents though these two books may be, they still need, and frequently pine for, their Third. In concert with the still unknown and unpublished In Paradise, The Effort to Fall and The Comedy of Agony constitute the ultimate kamikaze mission. And I use the Japanese word kamikaze advisedly, for it contains the Chinese character for divinity (神), which is the main subject, if not the only subject, of my books (though–and this is a point on which I trust I need not elaborate–in a different sense than it is understood by Chinese philosophy). Looked at in too dim a light, it may appear otherwise, I know; but that is because men whose inner light burns only dimly do not perceive the divine. In most cases, they perceive only hideous and misshapen shadows engendered by their own minds, which they have a dangerous tendency to project into the outside world and react to like real beings and things. But I digress . . . This Japanese word, kamikaze, is one which I use, as I said, advisedly, for it contains the Chinese character for divinity (神), and everything in this universe is crushed by divinity, struck through by divinity, penetrated to its very core by divinity—including what fails to perceive divinity, exults in the negation of divinity, seeks to annihilate divinity, or seeks to annihilate itself. Yes, everything in this universe is pierced at innumerable points of its being by the Divine as if by a fiery sword—even what fails to perceive the Divine, exults in the negation of the Divine, seeks to annihilate the Divine, or seeks to annihilate itself. And yet . . . divinity’s immanence notwithstanding, the only way to attain an elevation sufficient to catch sight of (and, perhaps, be burned to death by?) the Sacred Flame while still covered in the dirt of this earth and imprisoned in the decaying filth of a corporeal form is through a carefully planned murder-suicide of one’s own divine essence and, thereby, of the divine essence of the universe—in other words, that ultimate kamikaze mission of which I spoke before (which, I should add, cannot be accomplished, and is always undertaken completely in vain)–and that is why, without In Paradise, The Effort to Fall and The Comedy of Agony are necessarily incomplete and only partially themselves. Though in fact they are whole in a way which only fragments can be, and need nothing to fulfill them, and depend in no manner on any exterior power. The kind of books I write can even dispense with a reader. They can dispense, indeed, with everything but God. It is enough for them to be in order to grow in potency and achieve their final, necessary end. Still—it cannot be denied: these three works, of which The Effort to Fall is the first, The Comedy of Agony the second, and In Paradise the still unknown Third, were meant to coalesce in triangular form—and In Paradise constitutes the vertex of that triangle.
To be continued . . .