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Devil and His Demons of Science and Technology
From the constellation of the Lyre,
The Swans and the lovers over the bridge,
The scintialltions of Sirius, Ras Algheri and the Demon Star many light years away,
The Orion’s belt where many solar systems burn between Heaven and Hell,
The Scorpion’s sting that brings cosmic life and death,
Immeasureably remote Hercules cluster with millions of stars ablaze,
Ophiuscis, Dragon, Alpha, Beta, Theta stars plunging towards the centre spewing gases and rays,
The evolution of the cosmos continuing from the vacuous state and ending in the vacuum where all things take their rest,
In an infinite world sunk in time and space,
The millions and millions of stars disappearing and appearing from the void,
Supernova burstings and dwarfs falling away carrying the stellar ashes in silent shells,
In the visible universe the years rotating , gyrating and wobbling with the cosmic turmoils that bring the precessions of the solstices and the equinoxes,
Daylight and night repeating thousands and millions of years millions and millions of times,
Microbes, germs and bacteria invading , conditioning, determining death, destructions and habitability of the planet as forms of life that are prime ,
Astronomical distances , spins, rotations, pressures, temperatures, cyclones, hurricanes, volcanoes and the balance of the crust with the air, water, and fire creating DNA, proteins and cells,
Intensity of the rays, the cosmic catastrophes, Mercurial, Martian, Veneral, Jovian, Saturnian, Neptunian, Uranian and Plutonian circumstances determining the balance with the rest,
The erruptions, the cosmic showers conditioning mutations, evolutions , and bifurcations of the species by chance and not predetrmined by destiny or fate,
The Angel’s eyes scanning the infinite and the primal light,
Viewing Earth underneath rolling around,
Radiances of knoweldge illumining the ground,
Over the sea and the land ,
The flaming brilliance devastating and destroying,
The thunderbolts and lightenings rushing in tempestuous majesty in adoration of the power of the Angel ,
The fallen Seraph splendidly renew the visions of Heaven and Hell .
While in the darkness in front of Hell’s gate,
In the cavity of the mountains, the occulted sepulchure ground amidst tumults and sacrifice the beauties dwindle and die,
Rains carrying thunder-heads as natural order a new life descry,
With torches and faggots the fallen angels come to hunt for the souls before the souls are purified,
In violently agitating the minds bringing dilemma, contempt for Heaven and desire to hate,
Implant in the mind the conviction that God is an error and fake,
Arouse the sentiment in man to rise as the master of fate,
Swiftly rising in the infinite space,
Carrying for generations after generations the souls through the darkness and light of the cosmos spanned from present to the past,
As a phantom and a ghostly bird,
Devil lifts the intellectual souls beyond the domain of the stars in an imaginary path.
Carrying the souls from religions, philosophies, science and technology,
All intellecutal studies including paleontology , palephytology, and paleoichthyology,
From the studies of the igneous and inigneous rocks , pressures, temperatures , the fossil movements and disease,
The evolutions of the species succumbing to the sandbeds,
Unaccountable morphology and taxonomy , and the survivals of the fittests through sufferings, struggles and pains,
Scientific accountability and theories based on the radioactive datings on carbonic base,
Stages of arrangements and developments ,
Exposures of the cadavares,
From the fossilization of the omnivorous,
To the demise of the Dinosaurs and Pterosaurs,
With skill and patience grouped in specimens digged from the graves,
Years after years of observations of embryology, homology, breedings, and ontogenic changes,
With biochemistry and biophysics classifying the phyletic traits,
In ashes, rocks and bones imprinted the memories of the past hidden in evolutionary chains,
In vision and dream and through knowledge of the world Devil makes the world so wonderful and strange!
In this mathematical space where I have constructed the datagenetic species of animals roaming in the head,
There is no forbidden tree of knowledge,
No seduction or fall but only the intellectual pleasure, striving, and fullfillment against the sin to err ,
To win over ignorance and truimph over the hands of fate,
Outdistance all without any grace of Heaven or fear of Hell.
Here there is no sin to testify or defy,
There is only fall and rise that man’s immense power of imagination describe,
There is nothing remote and reproachful to hate,
With mathematical manupulations there are infinite number of transformations,
With slightest changes of parameters there are flashes of thunders and reverbeartions,
Or instantaneous cessation of precipitations,
With mathematical speculations there are vedure growth ,
Or blighted parched fields , deserts , and sandfield roads.
In mathematics I have received Devil’s light,
Acquired the power to transform the invisible to the visible planes where man can take quick mental flights,
From Hell to Heaven he can fly any number of times to experience the intellectual delight,
Where music, ordour, or tastes of the tongues fail,
I have the ability to construct the sin that I rejoice and hail,
In this game where nothing but my imagination will anything obstruct,
I do not need the sin induced by the treacherous Eve seducing man to sexual lust.
With the instruments that I have invented I am able to detect the splendid primeval light -
The sphere of the radiation from which the universe has risen from the night.
I hail Devil who has helped me to make progress in knowing the mystery of the nature day after day,
Strengthened my sight in different wavelength outside the visible rays,
Shown in mathematical formulation the path to grasp the infinitude in finite reality made of fire, air, water and dust,
Kindled reasons and made comprehension of the world more than phantasy of the mind and matter of the heart,
Shown the paradise of the promethean creatures made of water and clay,
Taught the methods of lifting the body from the burden of the gravitational weight.
I hail his intelligence with which it is possible to foresee the eclpises, lunations, the sun and stars’ daily paths - the entrances in constellations and periodic transits,
The recurrences of the celestial phenomena including perihellion shifts,
The appearances of the stars, their magnitudes in life and brilliances before deaths,
The double, triple , multiple clusters scintillating in different waves in different cosmic depths,
The collisions, contractions, dissipations and emanations of the celestial orbs in the constellations,
The logical continuity of the universe ending in a catastrophic contractions or beginning in explosions ,
The oscillations, the cyclic mutations of time and space dividing in millions and millions of nebular regions hundreds , or thousands, or millions , or billions of light years away,
The beings becoming from and returning to the invisible void,
The energy transmuting and fluctuating to potentialise as matter in time and space,
In this foreseeable causality with accuracy dependent only on the power of computability of the mechanical brains,
Devil has given the mobility to move beyond the boundary of the knowable time and space,
Rendered the forms , that never existed, visible in the mathematical shapes,
With conjectures and hypothesis proved that seemed impossible and disproved that anything exists as the hands of destiny and fate ,
And thus glorified the power of imagination and freedom of the human race.
The forms that are immobilized and exist in the abstract domain of the mind are mobilised in the mathematical space,
In this illusory paradise where time past, time present, and time future are altarable by the choices in the logarithms reflecting ingenuity of the mind in the contemplative state,
Devil contemplates non-existent in existent framework of the reality in the mechanical plane,
Setting the intial time and the conditions of the space,
Changing the variables that respond to the changing boundaries - curved, complex, twisted or flat - as desired by the one playing the game,
In this world one can simulate tranquility and calm,
Or terrible tempests and storms,
Create splendid resplendence, and splender much greater than anything ever visible in light,
Or infernal obscurity, darkness, and shadows more fearful than the most terrible noncturnal flight,
With delinquency of the mind one can fall,
With tranquility , reflectivity and constancy of the purpose to win paradise can rise,
With insufficient response and inability to comprehend the signs one can end in the suphurous fire of sensual delight,
With prudence, circumspection and foresight reach the firmament floating in radiance and light,
Flying from Lyre to Vega,
Zenith to azimuth,
One can discover mind’s illumination in the zodiac entire,
And move with the bird of light moving over the pyre.
Beyond the moon in the magical air where with the diffusion of the light the bodies disperse,
In the invisible lumonosity through the infinitesimals the finite emerge,
At various points like paraselenes rings of light the boundaries of things encompass,
With Devil rising in the dusk,
And falling in the perceptible horizon in the twilight strewn by the dust,
One can sink and rise in the luminous mind of the promethean man above the treachery of the sinful lust.
In this world one can return, retraverse, re-enter the passages that open and close depending on the ingenutiy of the mind controlling the method of approach,
Creating false visual impression and optical reflections convert the reality and make things move in the reverse,
In an invereted space order and place things in forward directions or modes that revert,
From anywhere or nowhere appear and disappear,
Like a self compelled wanderer come from or go to the extreme boundaries of the time and place,
Stray and cross the boundaries of the events and deeds,
Return in time from reversible space,
And confounding the real with abstract space in the irreversible time,
Through the equations of the forces construct the kinesthetic dynamics - a reality in the unreal state.
Here one can betray, use unnatural device,
Adapt genetic methods of creation and create creatures good or filled with vice,
Altar the intelligence according to the required conditions for the adaptibility to the circumstances ,
Determine habits, likings, aversions of the creatures deprived of Devil’s intelligent light,
Activate or inactivate libidinous feelings beyond natural procreation at night,
Create abnormal delight beyond conjugal right,
Without touching and seeing mentally intercourse with the simulated male or female seeking sin that do not involve fertility or ejaculation or any natural seduction that is serpentine,
Here man is free in sin, salvaged in Devil’s world in the domain of the imgination of the mind.
By eating the fruit from the forbidden tree I am free,
I am made in God’s own image- what more can I be ?
By falling from the Paradise I feel I have become a greater man,
I can soar as high or low as I intend to soar,
Rise from the abyss of the dark, the flaming world where chaos roars,
I can win the Providence by intelligence and force as my cherished sport.
I feel illumined in high and low,
Neither Hell or Heaven is my goal,
I wish to find the Creator and trangress His power so that in my world He won’t have any role,
Against His Throne I have raised the impious souls,
Inspired them to revolt,
Aspiring the glory of the Almighty have hurled His angels in flames,
Bound the rest of the souls in chains,
I am the omipotent man - the hero of the mortal plane.
I have nothing to fear,
From the tracts of Hell , the fiery gulf , the doom and wrath of the flames to the immeasurable space where eyes can not discern any boundary beyond the spheres of the fire and the air,
With my intelligence all fallen souls I am able to steer,
From the ever burning sulphur , the tempesteuous fire,
To the transcendental light , lightenings and thunders of my challenging compeer,
I have risen as the invincible Promethean man from misery, suffering and tears.
God still tries to pervert the souls by evil means,
Creating doubts about my power He draws man to fulfill His dream,
To take vengenance I pursue Him with my intelligence till He will be extinct.
In stench and smoke I follow Him,
In the infernal world where His assualt once the good angels’ courage revived I search Him in the worst extremes,
Where Heaven is azure and under the vaulted dome leaving the Virgin’s songs the angels had fled,
Where with victory and glory once the Satan his followers had led,
Carrying Prometheus’ light I search Him in all places hidden and secret.
In the loftiest of the towers,
Or the darkened streets,
In the dampened mist,
Or the Empyrean light where the vision is led by the gold winged steed,
In the ethereal sky with silent twinkling beats,
Or the deserted streets from where all souls have taken their retreats,
In nightlong waking where on the window panes,
The dews of the night drip in pain,
The souls are engaged to find out what is real and certain,
With tedious arguments try to acertain that can not be possibly acertained,
Where the houses sleep,
But the sleepless eyes formulate, discard , reformulate theories of all - from the universe to the structures millions and millions of times smaller than the tip of a pin,
In this Memory Palace I search Him in vain,
In my memory through mathematics I try to establish myself as a powerful promethean man , who is above misery, sin or disdain.
I am the architect of this Palace,
This towering structure of the mind that can hold the adventerous souls breathless,
Like Assyrian gardens, Babylonian glories,
Amidst the towering magnificence of the buildings rising hundereds of stories,
Surpassing the power of deities and demons who descend and ascend ,
I try to find out the hidding place of God from where He is supposed to descend.
From morning and evenings I search,
Constantly revise the theories of the minutest particles and the universe,
With mathematical precision compute the time and space that is curved,
Pin down the smallest structures on whose understanding the understanding of the cosmos depends and to which it must always refer,
In mathematical equations and on coffe-cups ,
I bet against the existence of God and argue for everything as products of matter,
Rolling the sleeves search Him from the cosmic height to the hellish gutter.
In the consciousness’ murky alleys,
In the dingy shades of the vacant space,
In the flickers of the stary lamps that hardly care to understand
The blackened night’s infinite pain where man stares and stands,
Where the night’s hours chime,
Trampling the time like gangsters out for hideous crimes,
Demons and devils make contracts with man showing the shining knifes,
And carry away the souls where God has to be thrown as destined,
I have contracted away my soul to Lucifer who has given me the power to decipher the language of the cosmic hymns,
As the promethean man born under the solar sign,
I am the tormentor of myself,
The liberator of myself,
For me there is no need for pennance,
In humaneness I see in myself God’s glory and eminence.
I am the victor over the gods and the bearer of the human hope,
The destroyer of Heaven created by the prophets and the popes,
My world is above chance and chaos, miracle and magic , grace or disgrace,
Trapped within the labyrinth that I am myself,
In the snares of the flames of Lucifer I am the rebelllious free spirit of Heaven and Hell,
I do not submitt my will to the angels - the progenies of the Divine,
Do not look for their miracles and the mystic signs,
I know I am born of the elemental four,
And I only intend to follow nature’s material course,
Thus I drive my spirit to higher heights,
And see the glory and the radiance of the human spirit falling through the night,
Prometheus’ light has lightened my way,
In mathematics and physics I have seen mind’s highest rays.
There is fullfillment, security, illumination , meaning and hapiness in this experience of myself as the free spirit not given or taken or determined by anyone by myself,
In this dæmonic, chthonic power, in the shafts of sunlight, I have risen , I am awake,
I am made of God’s own image,
Like progeny of Lucifer unbound! in the wonder of the knoweldge I feel amazed!
O Beauty do not haunt my soul as the goddess of moon !
From the shady grove of the forest do not beckon the spirit again to destiny and doom.
FORGING WEAPON