In the night, the dead stood along the wall, and cried, "We would have
knowledge of God. Where is God? Is God dead?" God is not dead. Now, as ever,
he liveth. There is a God whom you know not, for mankind forgot it. We name
it by it's name: Abraxas. Abraxas standeth above the sun and above the
devil. It is improbable probability, unreal reality. Hard to know is the
deity of Abraxas; it's power is greatest because man perceiveth it not. From
the sun he draweth absolute good, from the Devil, infinite evil, but from
Abraxas: life. Abraxas is the sun and at the same time, the eternally
sucking gorge of the void. The power of Abraxas is twofold, but ye see it
not, because for your eyes the warring opposites of this power are
extinguished. What the Sun-god speaketh is life, what the Devil speaketh is
death, but Abraxas speaketh that of power, of the cursed word, which is life
and death at the same time. Abraxas speaketh of truth and lie, of good and
evil, of light and darkness; in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore
is Abraxas terrible? It is as splendid as the lion who [something] striketh
down it's victim. It is as beautiful as a day of spring(?). It is the
abundance which seeketh the union with emptiness. It is love and love's
murder. It is the saint, and [something] betrayer. It is the brightest light
of day and the darkest night of madness. God dwelleth behind the sun, the
Devil behind the night, but God bringeth forth out of light what the Devil
sucketh into the night. Abraxas is the world: it's becoming, and it's
passing. Upon every gift that cometh from the Sun-god, the Devil layeth his
curse. Everything that ye entreat from the Sun-god, ye getteth indeed from
the Devil. Everything that ye create with the Sun-god giveth effective power
to the Devil. What is terrible Abraxas? It is the delight of the earth, the
cruelty of the heavens. Before it, there is no question and no reply.
knowledge of God. Where is God? Is God dead?" God is not dead. Now, as ever,
he liveth. There is a God whom you know not, for mankind forgot it. We name
it by it's name: Abraxas. Abraxas standeth above the sun and above the
devil. It is improbable probability, unreal reality. Hard to know is the
deity of Abraxas; it's power is greatest because man perceiveth it not. From
the sun he draweth absolute good, from the Devil, infinite evil, but from
Abraxas: life. Abraxas is the sun and at the same time, the eternally
sucking gorge of the void. The power of Abraxas is twofold, but ye see it
not, because for your eyes the warring opposites of this power are
extinguished. What the Sun-god speaketh is life, what the Devil speaketh is
death, but Abraxas speaketh that of power, of the cursed word, which is life
and death at the same time. Abraxas speaketh of truth and lie, of good and
evil, of light and darkness; in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore
is Abraxas terrible? It is as splendid as the lion who [something] striketh
down it's victim. It is as beautiful as a day of spring(?). It is the
abundance which seeketh the union with emptiness. It is love and love's
murder. It is the saint, and [something] betrayer. It is the brightest light
of day and the darkest night of madness. God dwelleth behind the sun, the
Devil behind the night, but God bringeth forth out of light what the Devil
sucketh into the night. Abraxas is the world: it's becoming, and it's
passing. Upon every gift that cometh from the Sun-god, the Devil layeth his
curse. Everything that ye entreat from the Sun-god, ye getteth indeed from
the Devil. Everything that ye create with the Sun-god giveth effective power
to the Devil. What is terrible Abraxas? It is the delight of the earth, the
cruelty of the heavens. Before it, there is no question and no reply.