In my darkest moments during the day, they always get darker because their absence comes to mind, but at the same time the sun burns my eyes because I have nothing else to look at. The Sun’s immanence permeates all things. ITS EXBURANCE IS VIOLENT AS I FEEL ITS WARMTH UPON MY FACE.
My answers to all questions lie in the Sun but of course, I can not look at the Sun, for it would be a blinding venture. I beg for mercy from the being higher than God which is the Sun. I remember this quote from Nick Land’s The Thirst for Annihilation that said something to the degree of the Sun being more luxurious and sovereign than God.
When the Sun is gone, the Night arises. It is when I find their presence-in-absence, just like God. It is ironic that the whore Madame Edwarda was also God. I’m not suggesting that they are whore, I just think there are some parallels on the level of insanity (which is not to say I am mentally straight, I’m sure I have deviant behavior).