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Apparently in time and space, the dark "House of the Empire of [Utter] Chaos" duly falls: Weakened injurious walls tumble into ruination and leave an untroubled, celebratory, sprawling horizon laughing all around.  There's no ceiling, no roof: Only stars in the Heavens above.  There's no foundation or floor, but for the good Earth and the near Unfathomable Depths, born Good News once again.

Reason, Rapture, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Faith ring.
Diana continues Her ruminations, Her meditations:

Smoldering, poisonous slag heaps become great, thriving, swaying oases.  Running, fetid gutters, lining dark, trash-strewn city streets, are made Mighty, Rushing, Living, Life-Giving Water, Infinitely more precious than any gemstone, than mere silver, gold:

No forbidding skyline, no hopeless night, no empty windows lit in the dark, like staring, spying eyes:

The whole world becomes a warm, welcoming hearth fire:

Roots Deeper, Blissful Eternal Life in the
Light in the Presence of Omnipresent, All-Powerful,
All-Compassionate Divinity:  At once, really -
All that ever was, is, and must transpire.

The chasm separating Heaven from Earth is bridged.
Natural harmony resonates in the Perfect Gnostic Circle:
Everything that one can see:  Images Deeper, Deepest:

Earnest counsel, wiser, a view informed:
Due Curiosity, Inquiry, Experience, Knowledge:
Diana's fair brow knits.
She only seeks to enlighten us.
"One simply must understand," She says, now only a tad more serious.
In reply, one can only feign indifference,
the good light of day only welling.

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"The rulers thought they did all they did by their own power and will, but the holy spirit was secretly accomplishing all through them by the spirit's will."

   --- The gnostic Gospel of Philip

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