3.108
The meteorites that pierce the One have come from the myriad things that dance their rhythms; holes shine like maggots of light. Funeral bells can be heard in the myriad calls of seduction that pierce the darkness.
I speak of an intermediary; I speak of a transition. If the One wore the ghost of God (§3.67), my vision wears the ghost of One.
Every incarnation is haunted by the graves it never leaves behind. But these ghosts are never excesses or additions — they’re constitutive and essential.
This vision is a sensitive attempt to respond to our situation, to swim in the stream of our relations. We should love seduction: for this is how we shine.