a reply to: rom12345
Therefore, overthrowing all and every judgement, theory, idea, conception, notion, sentiment, impression, belief and estimation, of which I had since
held throughout my youth whence I first became aware that I had accepted them falsely as the leashed Dog; and afterward what I had come to realise
consequently; that I had based such firmness on these principles, was, rocked hard by my scepticism and doubt of such matters.
In the light of this Great Art
, I thus, had turned my final heart to the grand persuader, the great deceiver, and ridding myself of all that I
had swallowed blindly, "Who was bornless before me?", "Was it thou? O minister of the secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against silence? Behold?
There is a dark before thine...
I was at tear for the word, whereof, whereof? thine... countenance, thine... stature, thine... splendour
, not thy heart,
I, I came before thee, a stone, for the sophistry of a Prophet
I am in knowledge, now, in knowledge only I know, and I possess. "I am Who? I am the warrior Lord... and cower before me & are abased", "Squa!
Who was wroth whence one came before him to mock his fourfold word? I, I, I! I, declare openly the blasphemy against all these fools, my mockers and
my enemies, I am the silence of many harpists harping, I am the Book of seven seals of which every page I devour, and it is like unto sweet honey, I
am the four-faced silence...
There was a secret house, but what is this doing through this?
I forsook on an older heart.
Why am I mocked, laughed at, persecuted, hunted, suppressed and oppressed, marked every hour of my life?
Because I am truth, I am the truth, I am real conspiracy compared to this pile... this pit... these filths... Why am I a heart hardened? For am I
still the slave & fool of "who came after, who came before".
I laugh alone in my heart, for I also know humour; that filthy face made me spit.
Therefore, I waited until I had attained an age so mature as to leave me no hope that at any stage of life more advanced I should be better able to
execute my great design. Therefore, let the credulous perish in the pit, for where is this power called God if there is will?
Whereof is Good in God? To have created me: slave of deception, is this not contrary to the 'Goodness?', that it is permitted, the slavery of this
Then if all end is knowledge, the end of knowledge is omniscience? Then does this being exist?
Then to all dubious judgements in me, I had given the right to manipulate and occupy the core of my will, subjecting me to every cause of their
principles; by being deceived into becoming my own deceiver. "Who was the hand of this?"
The end I now seek is knowledge.
Who am I?