No one has ever understood. Except Melville.
⁓The Voice before the Void
“Fragments of a Lost Gnostic Poem of the Twelfth Century”
Found a family, build a state,
The pledged event is still the same:
Matter in end will never abate
His ancient brutal claim.
Indolence is heaven’s ally here,
And energy the child of hell:
The Good Man pouring from his pitcher clear
But brims the poisoned well.