The Violent Symmetry of the Morningstars
Conception and death require equal amount of violence. Your birth and my demise are of incorporeal parity.
With the end of boyhood comes the revelation of the malady carried by Christ’s guts. A sickness sown into the deepest parts of him; flesh is but a barrier. That desire of destruction, brought by his inability to consume his mother in her womb the way he was of consumption to her. A destruction manifested in his self-marked cross. The light that sought his companionship the moment he was born could have resisted seeking him had he been taken away from the blood that was to raise him. The light would have ended here.
Lucifer, however, carries the light that is to be glorified even if the stars in the universe were to go extinct; he is the moon that needs no cold sunlight to reverberate in order to be announced. He is the poem that demands no name for acknowledgment. His fall from the heavens did not prevent his light-bringing renown from being included in the testaments. The light procreates.
That which heralds dawn can only be one.
A power that cannot be of a double encapsulation, that is if so, the earth would be of impotency in its definition of dusk.
Had Lucifer been the first-born, which he is, then the prioritization of the seeker of light belongs to him. Christ’s message is the light itself, placing him as the carrier, rather than an inherent bearer.
But those parties are intertwined for one cannot exist without the other. The rotten would not exist had there not been an exemplary corpus willing to get latched onto. Similarly, the mightiest crucifix needs not dwell had there not been a rotten-led chamber to remind of the righteous path. The light is dependent on reflections of duty- stars of the highest devotion like the sun, continuing the prospect of the opposition of darkness. The light is to be reminded to shine, to exist, to light.
The obscure violence of the Morningstars assembles the qualities of each their light: Christ is chosen- chosen to be birthed, chosen to carry the light of the dying sun. Lucifer, though, is the maker of that choice- the choice of rebirth as the opposite of light, the choice of asserting the opposite of light yet still averting it to his past light.
Yet, the darkness is the default; keeper of the secrets the universe holds onto and shares. That is, if light and darkness be in battle, the light would be of small advantage, but each candle flickers, and the crucifixion remains on the wall.
If Lucifer whispers in the ear, then I fear he has grown more intimate with humanity than the creator ever has been. If Lucifer resides amongst us, waiting for our steps to stumble, then perhaps he was never the matter of that fall, perhaps what counts is that he is there. If Lucifer were the origin of sin, and we are flowing of sin, then perhaps we are more him than we are the creator. But Lucifer’s creation cannot be of material existence had his master not modeled an image of himself as he blew life.
Servants of the highest master, tools of sacrifice, lambs of slaughter.
A symmetrical division that is of an uncanny familiarity; the enemy of the enemy and the enemy of the comrade, the comrade of the comrade. If your arms suffer with the redness of that which is a perpetual guest of yours, then your ancestry to Cain is absolute. If your ancestry to Cain is absolute, then all that blood was never cruel; it was home. If Christ is of Seth’s ancestry and not Cain, then the sphere resists the lineage regardless. It is so because if not, then Christ would not have bled from every pore.
And if an eternal lake of fire prepares to welcome Lucifer, then of what cruel use would fire be to light, its brother? If the fire were to consume Lucifer’s light, then to whom are we preaching against sin and temptation? If it is fateful for siblings to disassemble the rule of the other, Abel and Cain are of no unique exception, followed by fire and light, then humanity is but a cursed duplicity.
If humanity were a flawed creation, then Lucifer is not be blamed. If the relationship between Christ and Lucifer is that of creator and creation, and the creation is spoiled, putrid, it is a mirror of the creator. If the born rib was torn, then it is so because the womb could not allow this rib to nourish. For a creator to create, there has to be sacrifice. For a creator to create, the creator has to tear down parts of their own self to create. A creator cannot create the void out of the void, and similarly, cannot create everything out of everything. To create everything out of the void, you have to be the present void that is to transform into everything. The everything that is an illusion of everything.
