if there were an antitode to this poison, i should refuse.

i see now, having celebrate the Sacred Mass as many times as i have, the the problem with the Novus Ordo is not the text: quite the contrary. It is perfect. it is merely the way in which it is celebrated. If the priests could slow down, realize what they are doing, realize what each tiny segment of the mass meant, pause between 'events', the novus ordo can stand toe to toe with the Othodox Divine Liturgy. The brilliance of the latter is that it puts in the pauses for you, not trusting the priest to do it correctly. I'm afraid they made the better judgment.

O priests! If you could see that what you are doing is there, on the altar, not a show for an audience. Not a performer at a banquet, but a holy and sacred priest in a forbidden room, only by accident of chance being seen by the profane, then perhaps you could say the words of the mass worthily. But i haven't seen it yet done.

They say Padre Pio knew how to say the mass. I don't think, however, that it requires a stigmatist to get it right. Just someone who isn't worried about the mob. Christ speaks to whom he speaks. The priest must focus all his energy on the work. what happens around him is not his purview.

well, of course that is easy for me to say, i am not dependent on entertaining a flock for my supper. the pendulum swung far to much to one side. perhaps now it is righting itself.

for every flower, a centipede.

for every cloverpatch, decay.

for every joy, a braying at the moon.

for every thought, groans unutterable.

my mind has left the safe harbor of my skull

it now goes where it will.

my body like a child without a parent.

it twist serpentine and wild in confusion.

the mind has gone to the relam of power.

it has gone to bring to the earth that which it craves.

the gods ruthless pour out their intention into my pores.

what they call libety, i realize now are chains of chains.

i close my eyes and immediately i am whisked away to the world.

that world where i exist not, but others through me.

my cabinet of saint/demon/spirit guardians.

my enterage of holy ones, so powerful that air dare not breathe

why do i wear the black of power and gold of rulership?

why am i the center of this world of power?

who chose me to be this demi-god?

I sought peace and i was given a sword.

i sought humility and i was given the emperor's crown.

i sought to become nothing, and now i am all.

if you only knew the floor of marble precious and intricate upon which i stand.

if you only knew the dais upon which they set me.

if you only knew the children i have borne and what they have become.

if you could see my offspring; my god, if you could even conceive of them, you would fall down like dead men to the ground.

if you could see my throne room, high and round.

if you knew the millions that protect me, night and day and night again.

if you knew the gods that serve me.

if you knew what venom it is that serves as blood for me now.

if you knew my drink and my meat.

if you knew my lovers.

if you knew me.

if you knew.

i once tried to tell of this, but words fell like soldiers around me.

i craved to share this life of exquisite pain and pleasure.

but they called me mad and shunned me.

now i am alone, but for this hoard of orderliness.

this army of armies.

and they wait for me to command.

they wait. and never grow restless.

they are the calm of the calm. but they are terrible to see.

and they are terrible in battle.

yet i am master.

DO YOU SEE THE KNIFE'S EDGE UPON WHICH I WALK?

my feet now are never covered. the earth turns to sacred gold and satin red where'ev i walk.

i need not clothe myself as chamberlains the rank of kings throw their cloaks around me.

i feel like blown glass, like a cannon's barrel.

i feel like hell's fire. like heaven's rain.

come. but if you come, beware.

for i am becoming the all-consuming fire. i am becoming as single-minded as He.

And he treats his friends like enemies and his enemies like friends.

So think not that I am gentle. Although my words are soft and my face demure.

I have come to slay you. And not only that, to slay you utterly.

Yet, the being that YOU are attempting to kill can now be released.

You are the murderer, the kidnapper. You are the jailer. And i shall take away your keys and yes, you I shall kill with a single slit to your side.

and soon all the world shall be a fire unquenchable. the earth shall shine like a blue quasar. we shall become more terrible than the angels and more fearsome than the gods of old.

we shall be dreamers. we shall dream new worlds, and walk upon them.

Fear! For all your fears are well-founded. You shall not survive this.

That is the good news.

poise. balance attic. beauty manful.

the greatest organ pulsing, covering, taut, alive with every scrape

and each cut and bruise and sore place a badge of honor.

for living, using, living growing!! the organism rejoicing at its liveliness

the strength coursing. i feel! i feel! vision acute to brilliance.

toes gripping, muscles learning to become awake to one another.

this is the true adolescence. the one that puberty points to.

only now with two score voyages in my belt can i now see the wisdom of all creation.

we cannot come alive until teh graces gird us up.

now tall and straight, my buckler fastened by a virgin sweet and my breastplate fastened by my valet loyal.

my helmet i carry under my arm. robes of finest gold and reddest red drape across my habiliments martial. gods! had i known my destiny i would have feared to leave the womb.

and now i see all. i see afar the wisdom of creation. it is only through the many births of youth and manhood and death and yet death again, and the crushing of all hopes and desires. and their solid rebuilding on rock. rock unshakable! that manhood finally blooms its precious blossom, pistals magnificent, each lobe of the flower heavy and rich. the aroma so fragrant and pungent that lesser beings are unaware, and the aware but malformed cannot abide. this is the odor of the Christ-man! i cannot do all. omnipotence is not my aim anymore.

but my strength is greater than the omnipotence that i once dimly conceived. and to have hands and arms and legs as i do--the stronger to lift children and slash enemies, it is exquisite pleasure. to sit beneath the banyan tree is natural to orgasm and there for sweet hours i stay. and refreshed, i begrudge not the interruption of the bodymind. for here i chose to make my stand.

i chose this life. i chose it. dammit! i chose this! all tears of pity for myself tall away like hideous, filthy rags, they fall and their putrescence dissolves into smaller than atoms before they touch the ground my being now makes holy.

and so, upon a horse so great i sit magnificent. i ride, i fly, i go to the great city. its gates yearn for me. my visage already there in bas relief. i go to my new home. the home prepared for me by my true father. the home my earthly father in his way did his best to prepare me for. i go home. i go home. i go home. my children fast and my wives like grape-clusters overflowing await me there. for they two 'foreknow me. and all is joy. joy! this is the bliss that they meant, those prophets i saw but dimly. this is the vision written of in inks of gold on pages of silver. but the bliss itself is greater than ambrosia. better than coupling, more heady than the densest mead. o gods! this life, this life, this life!

and now but a little while and shall i sit enthroned and there my table before me shall i arrange my armies. and we, knowing ourselves, and knowing well our enemies, shall wage jihad against death. and life shall gain for itself riches and new lands. i am DUKE. if emperor i must become, so be it. but i hurry not. for my lands suffice for now. that is, once this battle ends and i take possession of its sweetness.

i see, i see the land that is mine by conquest to come. a land of ancient beauty and wisdom, of lands cultivated and tamed for millenia. A land that i did not inherit, but that i was groomed to take. for all my thought it bent on it. but i, wiser than the fools of corrupted vision, see all, and forget not the whole world. my armies point in all directions. i advance, for this land may not even have a king. fighting is necessary only when resistance comes. i do not invite it. for if perchance my heart is pure, all walls shall open at my touch. i am ready for all things. ready. ready.