| The difference between a demon and an angel may not be so much as one is led to believe. In kabbalistic terms an angel may be seen as an angle or a mathematical relation between two numbers. The tree of life is a system of angles and relations that move from Kether, undifferentiated one-ness, down to Malkuth, physical reality. The joins between the paths of the tree and the Sephiroth create angles and perhaps that space which lies in between the circles and lines, perhaps this empty space is the abode of demons, the ugly angels, or inverse angles, of chaos. Drawing upon these allows us to access the power points of the unknown and unexplorable nothingness that fills us (atomically we are closer to nothing than we are to something). Through this we can begin to see that the beauty inherent in everything is also inherent in nothing. The cracks may indeed be of greater interest than the stone statue they inhabit. If one follows the kabbalistic/big bang theory of creation, these ugly angels, these demon points of zero, are portals to the great original motivating force of the universe. It is another ultimate paradox that the key to it All lies in nothing, that same nothing from whence cometh everything. The more you see, the less there is. The universe itself a play put on in a battered old theater, the sets are held together by bits of string and invisible, or Scotch, tape. 1920s cameras noisily trying to keep up with the action between technical breakdowns. The editor hard at work, trying to maintain continuity in the final product, where the original script has none. Oblivion is in the outtakes and there, on the cutting room floor, those snippets celluloid house the holy universe of a forgotten star. That single Yod point capable of infinite emanation is swept into a rusty black dustbin by hell's janitor, a man paid by the hour to keep things clean and not care about the art. Another ugly angel. |
