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Restoration of a Cult Having eroded my quality as a man, nothing is any longer of any value. Everywhere all I see are animals with an ideal that herd together to bleat their hopes. . . . Even those who did not live together are constrained to do so like ghosts, or else to what end have we conceived the “communion” of saints? In pursuit of a true solitary, I scrutinize the ages, and I find there, and envy there, only the Devil. . . . Rea- son banishes him, the heart craves him. . . . Spirit of lies, Prince of darkness, the Evil One, the Enemy—how sweet it is to murmur the names that flayed his solitude! And how I cherish him since his daily relegation! If only I could re-establish him in his primal state! I believe in him with all my incapacity to believe. His company is necessary to me: a lonely being tends toward the loneliest being—toward the One. . . . I owe it to myself to tend toward him: my power to adrnire—fearing to remain unemployed—compels me to it. Behold me confronting my model; attaching myself to him, I punish my solitude for not being total, I forge out of it another which transcends it: it is my way of being humble. . . . We replace God as best we can; for every god is good, provided he perpetuates in eter- nity our desire for a crucial solitude. . . . https://inspirational.ly

Restoration Of A Cult Having Eroded My Quality As A Man, Nothing Is Any Longer Of Any Value. Everywhere All I See Are Animals With An Ideal That Herd Together To Bleat Their Hopes. . . . Even Those Who Did Not Live Together Are Constrained To Do So Like Ghosts, Or Else To What End Have We Conceived The “communion” Of Saints? In Pursuit Of A True Solitary, I Scrutinize The Ages, And I find There, And Envy There, Only The Devil. . . . Rea- Son Banishes Him, The Heart Craves Him. . . . Spirit Of Lies, Prince Of Darkness, The Evil One, The Enemy—how Sweet It Is To Murmur The Names That flayed His Solitude! And How I Cherish Him Since His Daily Relegation! If Only I Could Re-establish Him In His Primal State! I Believe In Him With All My Incapacity To Believe. His Company Is Necessary To Me: A Lonely Being Tends Toward The Loneliest Being—toward The One. . . . I Owe It To Myself To Tend Toward Him: My Power To Adrnire—fearing To Remain Unemployed—compels Me To It. Behold Me Confronting My Model; Attaching Myself To Him, I Punish My Solitude For Not Being Total, I Forge Out Of It Another Which Transcends It: It Is My Way Of Being Humble. . . . We Replace God As Best We Can; For Every God Is Good, Provided He Perpetuates In Eter- Nity Our Desire For A Crucial Solitude. . . .