Only a rare few can handle the dangerous gift of Promethean fire without being destroyed.  But, as my sainted Irish grandmother used to say, “What can kill can also cure.”   I believe Viktor Frankl stated, “What is to give light must endure burning (I could throw hackneyed quotations at this all day).” There lies the process of Gnosis.

I have a feeling that I would evaporate if I were to encounter this light today.  At the very least, I’d need to change my underwear. Foolishly, I continue walking toward the edge of a cliff with my knapsack full of Gnosis. Maybe, If I’d take the damn thing off my back and opened it, I will find all that I need.

doodle of abraxas :]