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"I believe most people would be satisfied with the prospect of an eternal 'draw' obtaining between these standard Opposites." "Right," the Colonel pondered with a long stare into space. "But is it a draw? On the surface it looks like just a cosmic 'Mexican standoff’, a sort of compromise 'stalemate' that at least lets us come out 'even', with no basic losses after everything's added up and cancelled to zero. But is that really the case? "I get a sudden queasy feeling that the 'deathshead' grinning on the bottom of the pile of Life's itemized inventory, has a much more secretly central significance, and that things don't just come out evenly in the end like balanced and neutralized opposites. Somehow I feel that the 'deathshead' carries much more proportional ‘weight’ than would be suggested by its standard inclusion in a recitation of the pairs of opposites." "And why's that, Colonel?" MT seemed to possess a vague grin himself at this point. "Surely death doesn't have the kind of decisive finality that comes at the end of a sentence like an exclamation—point, since it only yields again like a dangling clause to the promise of a complementary fulfillment coming from any, random cry—of-birth issuing through the nursery window..." "Ah, that's just it! They seem so innocently equal, those two continuous Lovers, Life—and—Death; they seem to form an unbreakable circle through eternity where neither can be distinguished as terminal or 'final'; but the spiritual, the psychic and emotional facts of that circular continuum are always telling us differently — it's just that, out of self—protection, we seldom listen!" "How so?" "Emotionally and as an immediate function of our identity, we know that the two terms aren't equal. Death always has the final word, the upper hand — even though 'life' comes bawling back around like clockwork through the back door, it is forever too late — the specific subject of our love, our life, our existence, is gone forever, and it's never any real consolation prize to know that life-goes—on abstractly. The whole thing, looked at from the viewpoint of the mind and heart that really lives it,is...the Sad Cafe!" "Then maybe Lucifer's right? Better to be off with it? better to let it tip from the scales of balance into some definitive termination and so bring the grinding wheels of inexorable soul—torture to a halt?" "I think the best way to see our way clear of this apparent impasse — that definitely seems on its own terms to secure the negative premise — is to go back and take a good look at that one factor which the Negative necessarily tries to leave out of its calculations." "Exactly. In order to come to Its final bleak conclusion, we find that Luciferian consciousness had first of all to subtract the inseparable Value of Love from the fundamental qualities of Godhead. It was only by that subtractive suppression that all the various premises and conclusions came tumbling forward under the negative light. After all, Love is specifically the intimate function of Identity belonging to Absolute, with respect to the Creative premise of delimitation belonging to the Logos. 196 T-Bird_Vs_The_Flying_saucers.htm "Well, uh, what's the 'out'? I just don't see it." "You mean — Love?" "Love expresses the eternal condition that, within the un—