“…in short, do not let man know until late that there are men, that there is anything else outside of him, for only thus shall he become a man. But man is a god as soon as he is a man. And when he is a god, he is beautiful…
The first child of human, of divine beauty is art. In art, divine man rejuvenates and repeats himself. He wants to feel himself, therefore he sets his beauty over against himself. Thus man gave himself his gods. For in the beginning man and his gods were one, when, unknown to itself, eternal beauty was. -I speak mysteries, but they are.-
Like the ray of light, you must descend; like the all-refreshing rain, you must go down into the land of mortality, you must illuminate like Apollo, shake and animate like Jupiter, or else you are not worthy of your heaven.” FH
