Feral Christianity in the Wild Godhead

We've been rummaging around the bottom of the cosmos in search of ground aphorisms to build if not Babel upon. How about we flip the crypt and look around for some top-floor aphorisms? 

For us, the great middle zone can take care of itself. It is metaphysical flyover country, which can be safely left to scientists, technicians, and other autopilots. The real action is located...

Well, it's ambiguous, because it is always located here and now, of course. But here and now only exist as such in the luminous tension between the top and bottom, between transcendence and immanence, respOʘktively. So,

Let us respect the two poles of man: concrete individual, human spirit. But not the middle zone of an animal with opinions. 

Unless the middle zone is in dialectical tension with those two poles. Otherwise one drifts into some ghastly ideology, materialism at one end, idealism at the other, AKA the two varieties of Gnosticism, which usually combine in some fatheaded animal form to lard it over us.

Speaking of the Tension, 

The two poles are the individual and God; the two antagonists are God and man.

The latter as in "mankind," that abstract thing progressives love because they so passionately hate concrete men. 

Two contradictory philosophical theses complete each other, but only God knows why.

Or how. But there are plenty of hints, clues, and allegations.

This one too touches on our immanence and transcendence:

God is infinitely close and infinitely distant; one should not speak of Him as if He were at some intermediate distance.

Noted.

So, Meditations on the Toppermost, or something. Now, God is the name folks typically give to the Principle of principles, but to name it can be to tame it, and what could be more wild and less domesticated than our Principle? 

Supposing it could be brought to heel, well, feel free to make up a predictable pun about the shoutheels who have never stop yelling about it.

Liberty intoxicates man as a symbol of independence from God.

And

Man calls "absurd" what escapes his secret pretensions to omnipotence.

Secret? If only! Nowadays we call it "tenure," and it won't shut up.

Freedom isn't free, or rather, only totally so when detached from the Principle of which it is a vertical prolongation:

God allows man to raise barricades against the invasion of grace.

We need a name for this, or rather, an un-name, i.e., an unsaturated pneumaticon; let us call this anti-grace (-↓ ), just as the pseudo-omnipotence referenced above would be (-↑).

At any rat,

God is the impediment of modern man.

And another name for postmodern man, who speaks the very word in which he is enclosed, or is deceived in the lexical web he weaves, like a drunken insect or sober Kafka.

Truly truly, what an omnescient path to omniscience! For  

God does not ask for the submission of the intelligence, but rather an intelligent submission.

Or a submission of the intellect to Intelligence as such. How hard is that? Or how easy, rather, if you get the yoke.

God is the term with which we notify the universe that it is not everything.

 "O" is the term I like to use, in light of which the universe is ( ). 

This latter symbol is apt or at least forgivable, because it implies the necessary incompleteness of any manmode system, which, if complete is inconsistent, and if consistent incomplete. Of course, Gödel didn't make up the rules, he only proved them.

Again, for our purposes I prefer Principle or O, so as to prevent us from imagining we can really know God from the inside out or top down, even though we can, in a manner of speaking. In fact, speaking as such is a prolongation of the one and only Word eternally spoken up there, but I think that's enough spicy nonsense for today, speaking of which, 

The transcendence that permeates things is the salt that seasons their blandness.