(book text)
Oh dark act, violation, murder! Abyss, give birth to the unredeemed. Who is our redeemer? Who are leader? Where are the ways through black wastes? God, do not abandon us! What are your summoning, God? Raise up your hand to the darkness above you, pray, despair, wring your hands, kneel, press your forehead into the dust, cry out, but do not name Him, do not look at Him. Leave Him without name and form. What should form the formless? Name the nameless? Step onto the great way and grasp what is nearest. Do not look out, do not want, but lift up your hands. The gifts of darkness are full of riddles. The way is open to whomever can continue in spite of riddles. Submit to the riddles and the thoroughly incomprehensible. There are dizzying [Image 129] brides over the eternally deep abyss. But follow the riddles.
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