This whole corpse world. This whole revolting mess. That Livia smelt. And that she wanted us to smell. And taste …
Why, to depress us?
No, so we’d turn elsewhere.
Where – to the light? Go towards the light, and all that?
To transcendence. To empty, contentless transcendence. To the hole where God used to be.
That’s what Livia worshipped?
Who said anything about worship?
There should be no more idolatry, that’s what Livia said. We should see the void as what it is. As the Nothing – the divine Nothing.