Thursday, 17 March 2022

Thursday's Serial: "Against Heresies" by St. Irenaeus of Lyon (translated into English by Alexander Roberts and William Rambaut) - VI

BOOK II

Preface

1. In the first book, which immediately precedes this, exposing "knowledge falsely so called," 1 Timothy 6:20 I showed you, my very dear friend, that the whole system devised, in many and opposite ways, by those who are of the school of Valentinus, was false and baseless. I also set forth the tenets of their predecessors, proving that they not only differed among themselves, but had long previously swerved from the truth itself. I further explained, with all diligence, the doctrine as well as practice of Marcus the magician, since he, too, belongs to these persons; and I carefully noticed the passages which they garble from the Scriptures, with the view of adapting them to their own fictions. Moreover, I minutely narrated the manner in which, by means of numbers, and by the twenty-four letters of the alphabet, they boldly endeavour to establish [what they regard as] truth. I have also related how they think and teach that creation at large was formed after the image of their invisible Pleroma, and what they hold respecting the Demiurge, declaring at the same time the doctrine of Simon Magus of Samaria, their progenitor, and of all those who succeeded him. I mentioned, too, the multitude of those Gnostics who are sprung from him, and noticed the points of difference between them, their several doctrines, and the order of their succession, while I set forth all those heresies which have been originated by them. I showed, moreover, that all these heretics, taking their rise from Simon, have introduced impious and irreligious doctrines into this life; and I explained the nature of their "redemption," and their method of initiating those who are rendered "perfect," along with their invocations and their mysteries. I proved also that there is one God, the Creator, and that He is not the fruit of any defect, nor is there anything either above Him, or after Him.

2. In the present book, I shall establish those points which fit in with my design, so far as time permits, and overthrow, by means of lengthened treatment under distinct heads, their whole system; for which reason, since it is an exposure and subversion of their opinions, I have so entitled the composition of this work. For it is fitting, by a plain revelation and overthrow of their conjunctions, to put an end to these hidden alliances, and to Bythus himself, and thus to obtain a demonstration that he never existed at any previous time, nor now has any existence.

 

 

Chapter 1

There is but one God: the impossibility of its being otherwise.

1. It is proper, then, that I should begin with the first and most important head, that is, God the Creator, who made the heaven and the earth, and all things that are therein (whom these men blasphemously style the fruit of a defect), and to demonstrate that there is nothing either above Him or after Him; nor that, influenced by any one, but of His own free will, He created all things, since He is the only God, the only Lord, the only Creator, the only Father, alone containing all things, and Himself commanding all things into existence.

2. For how can there be any other Fulness, or Principle, or Power, or God, above Him, since it is matter of necessity that God, the Pleroma (Fulness) of all these, should contain all things in His immensity, and should be contained by no one? But if there is anything beyond Him, He is not then the Pleroma of all, nor does He contain all. For that which they declare to be beyond Him will be wanting to the Pleroma, or, [in other words,] to that God who is above all things. But that which is wanting, and falls in any way short, is not the Pleroma of all things. In such a case, He would have both beginning, middle, and end, with respect to those who are beyond Him. And if He has an end in regard to those things which are below, He has also a beginning with respect to those things which are above. In like manner, there is an absolute necessity that He should experience the very same thing at all other points, and should be held in, bounded, and enclosed by those existences that are outside of Him. For that being who is the end downwards, necessarily circumscribes and surrounds him who finds his end in it. And thus, according to them, the Father of all (that is, He whom they call Proön and Proarche), with their Pleroma, and the good God of Marcion, is established and enclosed in some other, and is surrounded from without by another mighty Being, who must of necessity be greater, inasmuch as that which contains is greater than that which is contained. But then that which is greater is also stronger, and in a greater degree Lord; and that which is greater, and stronger, and in a greater degree Lord — must be God.

3. Now, since there exists, according to them, also something else which they declare to be outside of the Pleroma, into which they further hold there descended that higher power who went astray, it is in every way necessary that the Pleroma either contains that which is beyond, yet is contained (for otherwise, it will not be beyond the Pleroma; for if there is anything beyond the Pleroma, there will be a Pleroma within this very Pleroma which they declare to be outside of the Pleroma, and the Pleroma will be contained by that which is beyond: and with the Pleroma is understood also the first God); or, again, they must be an infinite distance separated from each other — the Pleroma [I mean], and that which is beyond it. But if they maintain this, there will then be a third kind of existence, which separates by immensity the Pleroma and that which is beyond it. This third kind of existence will therefore bound and contain both the others, and will be greater both than the Pleroma, and than that which is beyond it, inasmuch as it contains both in its bosom. In this way, talk might go on for ever concerning those things which are contained, and those which contain. For if this third existence has its beginning above, and its end beneath, there is an absolute necessity that it be also bounded on the sides, either beginning or ceasing at certain other points, [where new existences begin.] These, again, and others which are above and below, will have their beginnings at certain other points, and so on ad infinitum; so that their thoughts would never rest in one God, but, in consequence of seeking after more than exists, would wander away to that which has no existence, and depart from the true God.

4. These remarks are, in like manner, applicable against the followers of Marcion. For his two gods will also be contained and circumscribed by an immense interval which separates them from one another. But then there is a necessity to suppose a multitude of gods separated by an immense distance from each other on every side, beginning with one another, and ending in one another. Thus, by that very process of reasoning on which they depend for teaching that there is a certain Pleroma or God above the Creator of heaven and earth, any one who chooses to employ it may maintain that there is another Pleroma above the Pleroma, above that again another, and above Bythus another ocean of Deity, while in like manner the same successions hold with respect to the sides; and thus, their doctrine flowing out into immensity, there will always be a necessity to conceive of other Pleroma, and other Bythi, so as never at any time to stop, but always to continue seeking for others besides those already mentioned. Moreover, it will be uncertain whether these which we conceive of are below, or are, in fact, themselves the things which are above; and, in like manner, [it will be doubtful] respecting those things which are said by them to be above, whether they are really above or below; and thus our opinions will have no fixed conclusion or certainty, but will of necessity wander forth after worlds without limits, and gods that cannot be numbered.

5. These things, then, being so, each deity will be contented with his own possessions, and will not be moved with any curiosity respecting the affairs of others; otherwise he would be unjust, and rapacious, and would cease to be what God is. Each creation, too, will glorify its own maker, and will be contented with him, not knowing any other; otherwise it would most justly be deemed an apostate by all the others, and would receive a richly-deserved punishment. For it must be either that there is one Being who contains all things, and formed in His own territory all those things which have been created, according to His own will; or, again, that there are numerous unlimited creators and gods, who begin from each other, and end in each other on every side; and it will then be necessary to allow that all the rest are contained from without by some one who is greater, and that they are each of them shut up within their own territory, and remain in it. No one of them all, therefore, is God. For there will be [much] wanting to every one of them, possessing [as he will do] only a very small part when compared with all the rest. The name of the Omnipotent will thus be brought to an end, and such an opinion will of necessity fall to impiety.

 

 

Chapter 2

The world was not formed by angels, or by any other being, contrary to the will of the most high God, but was made by the Father through the Word.

1. Those, moreover, who say that the world was formed by angels, or by any other maker of it, contrary to the will of Him who is the Supreme Father, err first of all in this very point, that they maintain that angels formed such and so mighty a creation, contrary to the will of the Most High God. This would imply that angels were more powerful than God; or if not so, that He was either careless, or inferior, or paid no regard to those things which took place among His own possessions, whether they turned out ill or well, so that He might drive away and prevent the one, while He praised and rejoiced over the other. But if one would not ascribe such conduct even to a man of any ability, how much less to God

2. Next let them tell us whether these things have been formed within the limits which are contained by Him, and in His proper territory, or in regions belonging to others, and lying beyond Him? But if they say [that these things were done] beyond Him, then all the absurdities already mentioned will face them, and the Supreme God will be enclosed by that which is beyond Him, in which also it will be necessary that He should find His end. If, on the other hand, [these things were done] within His own proper territory, it will be very idle to say that the world was thus formed within His proper territory against His will by angels who are themselves under His power, or by any other being, as if either He Himself did not behold all things which take place among His own possessions, or was not aware of the things to be done by angels.

3. If, however, [the things referred to were done] not against His will, but with His concurrence and knowledge, as some [of these men] think, the angels, or the Former of the world [whoever that may have been], will no longer be the causes of that formation, but the will of God. For if He is the Former of the world, He too made the angels, or at least was the cause of their creation; and He will be regarded as having made the world who prepared the causes of its formation. Although they maintain that the angels were made by a long succession downwards, or that the Former of the world [sprang] from the Supreme Father, as Basilides asserts; nevertheless that which is the cause of those things which have been made will still be traced to Him who was the Author of such a succession. [The case stands] just as regards success in war, which is ascribed to the king who prepared those things which are the cause of victory; and, in like manner, the creation of any state, or of any work, is referred to him who prepared materials for the accomplishment of those results which were afterwards brought about. Wherefore, we do not say that it was the axe which cut the wood, or the saw which divided it; but one would very properly say that the man cut and divided it who formed the axe and the saw for this purpose, and [who also formed] at a much earlier date all the tools by which the axe and the saw themselves were formed. With justice, therefore, according to an analogous process of reasoning, the Father of all will be declared the Former of this world, and not the angels, nor any other [so-called] former of the world, other than He who was its Author, and had formerly been the cause of the preparation for a creation of this kind.

4. This manner of speech may perhaps be plausible or persuasive to those who know not God, and who liken Him to needy human beings, and to those who cannot immediately and without assistance form anything, but require many instrumentalities to produce what they intend. But it will not be regarded as at all probable by those who know that God stands in need of nothing, and that He created and made all things by His Word, while He neither required angels to assist Him in the production of those things which are made, nor of any power greatly inferior to Himself, and ignorant of the Father, nor of any defect or ignorance, in order that he who should know Him might become man. But He Himself in Himself, after a fashion which we can neither describe nor conceive, predestinating all things, formed them as He pleased, bestowing harmony on all things, and assigning them their own place, and the beginning of their creation. In this way He conferred on spiritual things a spiritual and invisible nature, on super-celestial things a celestial, on angels an angelical, on animals an animal, on beings that swim a nature suited to the water, and on those that live on the land one fitted for the land — on all, in short, a nature suitable to the character of the life assigned them — while He formed all things that were made by His Word that never wearies.

5. For this is a peculiarity of the pre-eminence of God, not to stand in need of other instruments for the creation of those things which are summoned into existence. His own Word is both suitable and sufficient for the formation of all things, even as John, the disciple of the Lord, declares regarding Him: "All things were made by Him, and without Him was nothing made." John 1:3 Now, among the "all things" our world must be embraced. It too, therefore, was made by His Word, as Scripture tells us in the book of Genesis that He made all things connected with our world by His Word. David also expresses the same truth [when he says] "For He spoke, and they were made; He commanded, and they were created." Whom, therefore, shall we believe as to the creation of the world — these heretics who have been mentioned that prate so foolishly and inconsistently on the subject, or the disciples of the Lord, and Moses, who was both a faithful servant of God and a prophet? He at first narrated the formation of the world in these words: "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth," Genesis 1:1 and all other things in succession; but neither gods nor angels [had any share in the work].

Now, that this God is the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, Paul the apostle also has declared, [saying,] "There is one God, the Father, who is above all, and through all things, and in us all." I have indeed proved already that there is only one God; but I shall further demonstrate this from the apostles themselves, and from the discourses of the Lord. For what sort of conduct would it be, were we to forsake the utterances of the prophets, of the Lord, and of the apostles, that we might give heed to these persons, who speak not a word of sense?

 

 

Chapter 3

The Bythus and Pleroma of the Valentinians, as well as the God of Marcion, shown to be absurd; the world was actually created by the same Being who had conceived the idea of it, and was not the fruit of defect or ignorance.

1. The Bythus, therefore, whom they conceive of with his Pleroma, and the God of Marcion, are inconsistent. If indeed, as they affirm, he has something subjacent and beyond himself, which they style vacuity and shadow, this vacuum is then proved to be greater than their Pleroma. But it is inconsistent even to make this statement, that while he contains all things within himself, the creation was formed by some other. For it is absolutely necessary that they acknowledge a certain void and chaotic kind of existence (below the spiritual Pleroma) in which this universe was formed, and that the Propator purposely left this chaos as it was, either knowing beforehand what things were to happen in it, or being ignorant of them. If he was really ignorant, then God will not be prescient of all things. But they will not even [in that case] be able to assign a reason on what account He thus left this place void during so long a period of time. If, again, He is prescient, and contemplated mentally that creation which was about to have a being in that place, then He Himself created it who also formed it beforehand [ideally] in Himself.

2. Let them cease, therefore, to affirm that the world was made by any other; for as soon as God formed a conception in His mind, that was also done which He had thus mentally conceived. For it was not possible that one Being should mentally form the conception, and another actually produce the things which had been conceived by Him in His mind. But God, according to these heretics, mentally conceived either an eternal world or a temporal one, both of which suppositions cannot be true. Yet if He had mentally conceived of it as eternal, spiritual, and visible, it would also have been formed such. But if it was formed such as it really is, then He made it such who had mentally conceived of it as such; or He willed it to exist in the ideality of the Father, according to the conception of His mind, such as it now is, compound, mutable, and transient. Since, then, it is just such as the Father had [ideally] formed in counsel with Himself, it must be worthy of the Father. But to affirm that what was mentally conceived and pre-created by the Father of all, just as it has been actually formed, is the fruit of defect, and the production of ignorance, is to be guilty of great blasphemy. For, according to them, the Father of all will thus be [regarded as] generating in His breast, according to His own mental conception, the emanations of defect and the fruits of ignorance, since the things which He had conceived in His mind have actually been produced.

 

 

Chapter 4

The absurdity of the supposed vacuum and defect of the heretics is demonstrated.

 

1. The cause, then, of such a dispensation on the part of God, is to be inquired after; but the formation of the world is not to be ascribed to any other. And all things are to be spoken of as having been so prepared by God beforehand, that they should be made as they have been made; but shadow and vacuity are not to be conjured into existence. But whence, let me ask, came this vacuity [of which they speak]? If it was indeed produced by Him who, according to them, is the Father and Author of all things, then it is both equal in honour and related to the rest of the Æons, perchance even more ancient than they are. Moreover, if it proceeded from the same source [as they did], it must be similar in nature to Him who produced it, as well as to those along with whom it was produced. There will therefore be an absolute necessity, both that the Bythus of whom they speak, along with Sige, be similar in nature to a vacuum, that is, that He really is a vacuum; and that the rest of the Æons, since they are the brothers of vacuity, should also be devoid of substance. If, on the other hand, it has not been thus produced, it must have sprang from and been generated by itself, and in that case it will be equal in point of age to that Bythus who is, according to them, the Father of all; and thus vacuity will be of the same nature and of the same honour with Him who is, according to them, the universal Father. For it must of necessity have been either produced by some one, or generated by itself, and sprung from itself. But if, in truth, vacuity was produced, then its producer Valentinus is also a vacuum, as are likewise his followers. If, again, it was not produced, but was generated by itself, then that which is really a vacuum is similar to, and the brother of, and of the same honour with, that Father who has been proclaimed by Valentinus; while it is more ancient, and dating its existence from a period greatly anterior, and more exalted in honour than the remaining Æons of Ptolemy himself, and Heracleon, and all the rest who hold the same opinions.

2. But if, driven to despair in regard to these points, they confess that the Father of all contains all things, and that there is nothing whatever outside of the Pleroma (for it is an absolute necessity that, [if there be anything outside of it,] it should be bounded and circumscribed by something greater than itself), and that they speak of what is without and what within in reference to knowledge and ignorance, and not with respect to local distance; but that, in the Pleroma, or in those things which are contained by the Father, the whole creation which we know to have been formed, having been made by the Demiurge, or by the angels, is contained by the unspeakable greatness, as the centre is in a circle, or as a spot is in a garment, — then, in the first place, what sort of a being must that Bythus be, who allows a stain to have place in His own bosom, and permits another one to create or produce within His territory, contrary to His own will? Such a mode of acting would truly entail [the charge of] degeneracy upon the entire Pleroma, since it might from the first have cut off that defect, and those emanations which derived their origin from it, and not have agreed to permit the formation of creation either in ignorance, or passion, or in defect. For he who can afterwards rectify a defect, and does, as it were, wash away a stain, could at a much earlier date have taken care that no such stain should, even at first, be found among his possessions. Or if at the first he allowed that the things which were made [should be as they are], since they could not, in fact, be formed otherwise, then it follows that they must always continue in the same condition. For how is it possible, that those things which cannot at the first obtain rectification, should subsequently receive it? Or how can men say that they are called to perfection, when those very beings who are the causes from which men derive their origin — either the Demiurge himself, or the angels— are declared to exist in defect? And if, as is maintained, [the Supreme Being,] inasmuch as He is benignant, did at last take pity upon men, and bestow on them perfection, He ought at first to have pitied those who were the creators of man, and to have conferred on them perfection. In this way, men too would verily have shared in His compassion, being formed perfect by those that were perfect. For if He pitied the work of these beings, He ought long before to have pitied themselves, and not to have allowed them to fall into such awful blindness.

3. Their talk also about shadow and vacuity, in which they maintain that the creation with which we are concerned was formed, will be brought to nothing, if the things referred to were created within the territory which is contained by the Father. For if they hold that the light of their Father is such that it fills all things which are inside of Him, and illuminates them all, how can any vacuum or shadow possibly exist within that territory which is contained by the Pleroma, and by the light of the Father? For, in that case, it behooves them to point out some place within the Propator, or within the Pleroma, which is not illuminated, nor kept possession of by any one, and in which either the angels or the Demiurge formed whatever they pleased. Nor will it be a small amount of space in which such and so great a creation can be conceived of as having been formed. There will therefore be an absolute necessity that, within the Pleroma, or within the Father of whom they speak, they should conceive of some place, void, formless, and full of darkness, in which those things were formed which have been formed. By such a supposition, however, the light of their Father would incur a reproach, as if He could not illuminate and fill those things which are within Himself. Thus, then, when they maintain that these things were the fruit of defect and the work of error, they do moreover introduce defect and error within the Pleroma, and into the bosom of the Father.

 

 

Chapter 5

This world was not formed by any other beings within the territory which is contained by the Father.

1. The remarks, therefore, which I made a little while ago are suitable in answer to those who assert that this world was formed outside of the Pleroma, or under a "good God;" and such persons, with the Father they speak of, will be quite cut off from that which is outside the Pleroma, in which, at the same time, it is necessary that they should finally rest. In answer to those, again, who maintain that this world was formed by certain other beings within that territory which is contained by the Father, all those points which have now been noticed will present themselves [as exhibiting their] absurdities and incoherencies; and they will be compelled either to acknowledge all those things which are within the Father, lucid, full, and energetic, or to accuse the light of the Father as if He could not illuminate all things; or, as a portion of their Pleroma [is so described], the whole of it must be confessed to be void, chaotic, and full of darkness. And they accuse all other created things as if these were merely temporal, or [at the best], if eternal, yet material. But these (the Æons) ought to be regarded as beyond the reach of such accusations, since they are within the Pleroma, or the charges in question will equally fall against the entire Pleroma; and thus the Christ of whom they speak is discovered to be the author of ignorance. For, according to their statements, when He had given a form so far as substance was concerned to the Mother they conceive of, He cast her outside of the Pleroma; that is, He cut her off from knowledge. He, therefore, who separated her from knowledge, did in reality produce ignorance in her. How then could the very same person bestow the gift of knowledge on the rest of the Æons, those who were anterior to Him [in production], and yet be the author of ignorance to His Mother? For He placed her beyond the pale of knowledge, when He cast her outside of the Pleroma.

2. Moreover, if they explain being within and without the Pleroma as implying knowledge and ignorance respectively, as certain of them do (since he who has knowledge is within that which knows), then they must of necessity grant that the Saviour Himself (whom they designate All Things) was in a state of ignorance. For they maintain that, on His coming forth outside of the Pleroma, He imparted form to their Mother [Achamoth]. If, then, they assert that whatever is outside [the Pleroma] is ignorant of all things, and if the Saviour went forth to impart form to their Mother, then He was situated beyond the pale of the knowledge of all things; that is, He was in ignorance. How then could He communicate knowledge to her, when He Himself was beyond the pale of knowledge? For we, too, they declare to be outside the Pleroma, inasmuch as we are outside of the knowledge which they possess. And once more: If the Saviour really went forth beyond the Pleroma to seek after the sheep which was lost, but the Pleroma is [co-extensive with] knowledge, then He placed Himself beyond the pale of knowledge, that is, in ignorance. For it is necessary either that they grant that what is outside the Pleroma is so in a local sense, in which case all the remarks formerly made will rise up against them; or if they speak of that which is within in regard to knowledge, and of that which is without in respect to ignorance, then their Saviour, and Christ long before Him, must have been formed in ignorance, inasmuch as they went forth beyond the Pleroma, that is, beyond the pale of knowledge, in order to impart form to their Mother.

3. These arguments may, in like manner, be adapted to meet the case of all those who, in any way, maintain that the world was formed either by angels or by any other one than the true God. For the charges which they bring against the Demiurge, and those things which were made material and temporal, will in truth fall back on the Father; if indeed the very things which were formed in the bosom of the Pleroma began by and by in fact to be dissolved, in accordance with the permission and good-will of the Father. The [immediate] Creator, then, is not the [real] Author of this work, thinking, as He did, that He formed it very good, but He who allows and approves of the productions of defect, and the works of error having a place among his own possessions, and that temporal things should be mixed up with eternal, corruptible with incorruptible, and those which partake of error with those which belong to truth. If, however, these things were formed without the permission or approbation of the Father of all, then that Being must be more powerful, stronger, and more kingly, who made these things within a territory which properly belongs to Him (the Father), and did so without His permission. If again, as some say, their Father permitted these things without approving of them, then He gave the permission on account of some necessity, being either able to prevent [such procedure], or not able. But if indeed He could not [hinder it], then He is weak and powerless; while, if He could, He is a seducer, a hypocrite, and a slave of necessity, inasmuch as He does not consent [to such a course], and yet allows it as if He did consent. And allowing error to arise at the first, and to go on increasing, He endeavours in later times to destroy it, when already many have miserably perished on account of the [original] defect.

4. It is not seemly, however, to say of Him who is God over all, since He is free and independent, that He was a slave to necessity, or that anything takes place with His permission, yet against His desire; otherwise they will make necessity greater and more kingly than God, since that which has the most power is superior to all [others]. And He ought at the very beginning to have cut off the causes of [the fancied] necessity, and not to have allowed Himself to be shut up to yielding to that necessity, by permitting anything besides that which became Him. For it would have been much better, more consistent, and more God-like, to cut off at the beginning the principle of this kind of necessity, than afterwards, as if moved by repentance, to endeavour to extirpate the results of necessity when they had reached such a development. And if the Father of all be a slave to necessity, and must yield to fate, while He unwillingly tolerates the things which are done, but is at the same time powerless to do anything in opposition to necessity and fate (like the Homeric Jupiter, who says of necessity, "I have willingly given you, yet with unwilling mind"), then, according to this reasoning, the Bythus of whom they speak will be found to be the slave of necessity and fate.

 

 

Chapter 6

The angels and the Creator of the world could not have been ignorant of the Supreme God.

1. How, again, could either the angels, or the Creator of the world, have been ignorant of the Supreme God, seeing they were His property, and His creatures, and were contained by Him? He might indeed have been invisible to them on account of His superiority, but He could by no means have been unknown to them on account of His providence. For though it is true, as they declare, that they were very far separated from Him through their inferiority [of nature], yet, as His dominion extended over all of them, it behooved them to know their Ruler, and to be aware of this in particular, that He who created them is Lord of all. For since His invisible essence is mighty, it confers on all a profound mental intuition and perception of His most powerful, yea, omnipotent greatness. Wherefore, although "no one knows the Father, except the Son, nor the Son except the Father, and those to whom the Son will reveal Him," Matthew 11:27 yet all [beings] do know this one fact at least, because reason, implanted in their minds, moves them, and reveals to them [the truth] that there is one God, the Lord of all.

2. And on this account all things have been [by general consent] placed under the sway of Him who is styled the Most High, and the Almighty. By calling upon Him, even before the coming of our Lord, men were saved both from most wicked spirits, and from all kinds of demons, and from every sort of apostate power. This was the case, not as if earthly spirits or demons had seen Him, but because they knew of the existence of Him who is God over all, at whose invocation they trembled, as there does tremble every creature, and principality, and power, and every being endowed with energy under His government. By way of parallel, shall not those who live under the empire of the Romans, although they have never seen the emperor, but are far separated from him both by land and sea, know very well, as they experience his rule, who it is that possesses the principal power in the state? How then could it be, that those angels who were superior to us [in nature], or even He whom they call the Creator of the world, did not know the Almighty, when even dumb animals tremble and yield at the invocation of His name? And as, although they have not seen Him, yet all things are subject to the name of our Lord, so must they also be to His who made and established all things by His word, since it was no other than He who formed the world. And for this reason do the Jews even now put demons to flight by means of this very adjuration, inasmuch as all beings fear the invocation of Him who created them.

3. If, then, they shrink from affirming that the angels are more irrational than the dumb animals, they will find that it behooved these, although they had not seen Him who is God over all, to know His power and sovereignty. For it will appear truly ridiculous, if they maintain that they themselves indeed, who dwell upon the earth, know Him who is God over all whom they have never seen, but will not allow Him who, according to their opinion, formed them and the whole world, although He dwells in the heights and above the heavens, to know those things with which they themselves, though they dwell below, are acquainted. [This is the case], unless perchance they maintain that Bythus lives in Tartarus below the earth, and that on this account they have attained to a knowledge of Him before those angels who have their abode on high. Thus do they rush into such an abyss of madness as to pronounce the Creator of the world void of understanding. They are truly deserving of pity, since with such utter folly they affirm that He (the Creator of the world) neither knew His Mother, nor her seed, nor the Pleroma of the Æons, nor the Propator, nor what the things were which He made; but that these are images of those things which are within the Pleroma, the Saviour having secretly laboured that they should be so formed [by the unconscious Demiurge], in honour of those things which are above.

Wednesday, 16 March 2022

Excellent Readings: Sonnet LXXXVII by William Shakespeare (in English)

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav'st it else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
   Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
   In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

Tuesday, 15 March 2022

Tuesday's Serials: "The Epic of Hades" by Lewis Morris (in English) - X

MEDUSA

                                 Leaving him enwrapt

In musings, to a gloomy pass I came

Between dark rocks, where scarce a gleam of light,

Not even the niggard light of that dim land,

Might enter; and the soil was black and bare,

Nor even the thin growths which scarcely clothed

The higher fields might live. Hard by a cave

Which sloped down steeply to the lowest depths,

Whence dreadful sounds ascended, seated still,

Her head upon her hands, I saw a maid

With eyes fixed on the ground—not Tartarus

It was, but Hades; and she knew no pain,

Except her painful thought. Yet there it seemed,

As here, the unequal measure which awaits

The adjustment, and meanwhile, inspires the strife

Which rears life's palace walls; and fills the sail

Which bears our bark across unfathomed seas,

To its last harbour; this bore sway there too,

And 'twas a luckless shade which sat and wept

Amid the gloom, though blameless. Suddenly,

She raised her head, and lo! the long curls, writhed

Tangled, and snake-like—as the dripping hair

Of a dead girl who freed from life and shame,

From out the cruel wintry flow, is laid

Stark on the snow with dreadful staring eyes

Like hers. For when she raised her eyes to mine,

They chilled my blood, so great a woe they bore;

And as she gazed, wide-eyed, I knew my pulse

Beat slow, and my limbs stiffen. Then they wore,

At length, a softer look, and life revived

Within my breast as thus she softly spoke:

 

      "Nay, friend, I would not harm thee. I have known

Great sorrow, and sometimes it racks me still,

And turns me into stone, and makes my eyes

As dreadful as of yore; and yet it comes

But seldom, as thou sawest, now, for Time

And Death have healing hands. Only I love

To sit within the darkness here, nor face

The throng of happier ghosts; if any ghost

Of happiness come here. For on the earth

They wronged me bitterly, and turned to stone

My heart, till scarce I knew if e'er I was

The happy girl of yore.

                                           That youth who dreams

Up yonder by the margin of the lake,

Knew but a cold ideal love, but me

Love in unearthly guise, but bodily form,

Seized and betrayed.

                                        I was a priestess once,

Of stern Athené, doing day by day

Due worship; raising, every dawn that came,

My cold pure hymns to take her virgin ear;

Nor sporting with the joyous company

Of youths and maids, who at the neighbouring shrine

Of Aphrodité served. Nor dance nor song

Allured me, nor the pleasant days of youth

And twilights 'mid the vines. They held me cold

Who were my friends in childhood. For my soul

Was virginal, and at the virgin shrine

I knelt, athirst for knowledge. Day by day

The long cold ritual sped, the liturgies

Were done, the barren hymns of praise went up

Before the goddess, and the ecstasy

Of faith possessed me wholly, till almost

I knew not I was woman. Yet I knew

That I was fair to see, and fit to share

Some natural honest love, and bear the load

Of children like the rest; only my soul

Was lost in higher yearnings.

                                                      Like a god,

He burst upon those pallid lifeless days,

Bringing fresh airs and salt, as from the sea,

And wrecked my life. How should a virgin know

Deceit, who never at the joyous shrine

Of Cypris knelt, but ever lived apart,

And so grew guilty? For if I had spent

My days among the throng, either my fault

Were blameless, or undone. For innocence

The tempter spreads his net. For innocence

The gods keep all their terrors. Innocence

It is that bears the burden, which for guilt

Is lightened, and the spoiler goes his way,

Uncaring, joyous, leaving her alone,

The victim and unfriended.

                                                   Was it just

In her, my mistress, who had had my youth,

To wreak such vengeance on me? I had erred,

It may be; but on him, whose was the guilt,

No heaven-sent vengeance lighted, but he sped

Away to other hearts across the deep,

Careless and free; but me, the cold stern eyes

Of the pure goddess withered; and the scorn

Of maids, despised before, and the great blank

Of love, whose love was gone—this wrung my heart,

And froze my blood; set on my brow despair,

And turned my gaze to stone, and filled my eyes

With horror, and stiffened the soft curls which once

Lay smooth and fair into such snake-like rings

As made my aspect fearful. All who saw,

Shrank from me and grew cold, and felt the warm,

Full tide of life freeze in them, seeing in me

Love's work, who sat wrapt up and lost in shame,

As in a cloak, consuming my own heart,

And was in hell already. As they gazed

Upon me, my despair looked forth so cold

From out my eyes, that if some spoiler came

Fresh from his wickedness, and looked on them,

Their glare would strike him dead; and those fair curls

Which once the accursèd toyed with, grew to be

The poisonous things thou seest; and so, with hate

Of man's injustice and the gods', who knew

Me blameless, and yet punished me; and sick

Of life and love, and loathing earth and sky,

And feeding on my sorrow, Hate at last

Left me a Fury.

                               Ah, the load of life

Which lives for hatred! We are made to love—

We women, and the injury which turns

The honey of our lives to gall, transforms

The angel to the fiend. For it is sweet

To know the dreadful sense of strength, and smite

And leave the tyrant dead with a glance; ay! sweet,

In that fierce lust of power, to slay the life

Which harmed not, when the suppliants' cry ascends

To ears which hate has deafened. So I lived

Long time in misery; to my sleepless eyes

No healing slumbers coming; but at length,

Zeus and the goddess pitying, I knew

Soft rest once more veiling my dreadful gaze

In peaceful slumbers. Then a blessed dream

I dreamt. For, lo! a god-like knight in mail

Of gold, who sheared with his keen flashing blade;

With scarce a pang of pain, the visage cold

Which too great sorrow left me; at one stroke

Clean from the trunk, and then o'er land and sea,

Invisible, sped with winged heels, to where,

Upon a sea-worn cape, a fair young maid,

More blameless even than I was, chained and bound,

Waited a monster from the deep and stood

In innocent nakedness. Then, as he rose,

Loathsome, from out the depths, a monstrous growth,

A creature wholly serpent, partly man,

The wrongs that I had known, stronger than death,

Rose up with such black hate in me again,

And wreathed such hissing poison through my hair,

And shot such deadly glances from my eyes,

That nought that saw might live. And the vile worm

Was slain, and she delivered. Then I dreamt

My mistress, whom I thought so stern to me,

Athené, set those dreadful staring eyes,

And that despairing visage, on her shield

Of chastity, and bears it evermore

To fright the waverer from the wrong he would,

And strike the unrepenting spoiler, dead."

 

      Then for a little paused she, while I saw

Again her eyes grown dreadful, till once more,

And with a softer glance:

                                                "From that blest dream

I woke not on the earth, but only here.

And now my pain is lightened since I know

My dream, which was a dream within the dream

Which is our life, fulfilled. And I have saved

Another through my suffering, and through her

A people. Oh, strange chain of sacrifice,

That binds an innocent life, and from its blood

And sorrow works out joy! Oh, mystery

Of pain and evil! wrong grown salutary,

And mighty to redeem! If thou shouldst see

A woman on the earth, who pays to-day

Like penalty of sin, and the new gods

(For after Saturn, Zeus ruled; after him

It may be there are others) love to take

The tender heart of girlhood, and to immure

Within a cold and cloistered cell the life

Which nature meant to bless, and if Love come

Hold her accursèd; or to some poor maid,

Forlorn and trusting, still the tempter comes

And works his wrong, and leaves her in despair

And shame and all abhorrence, while he goes

His way unpunished,—if thou know her eyes

Freeze thee like mine—oh! bid her lose her pain

In succouring others—say to her that Time

And Death have healing hands, and here there comes

To the forgiven transgressor only pain

Enough to chasten joy!"

                                             And a soft tear

Trembled within her eyes, and her sweet gaze

Was as the Magdalen's, the horror gone

And a great radiance come.

 

 

ADONIS

                                                      Then as I passed

To upper air, I saw two figures rise

Together, one a woman with a grave

Fair face not all unhappy, and the robes

And presence of a queen; and with her walked

The fairest youth that ever maiden's dream

Conceived. And as they came, the throng of ghosts,

For these who were not wholly ghosts, arose,

And did them homage. Not the chain of love

Bound them, but such calm kinship as is bred

Of long and difficult pilgrimages borne

Through common perils by two souls which share

A common weary exile. Nor as ghosts

These showed, but rather like two lives which hung

Suspended in a trance. A halo of life

Played round them, and they brought a sweet brisk air

Tasting of earth and heaven, like sojourners

Who stayed but for awhile, and knew a swift

Release await them. First the youth it was

Who spake thus as they passed:

                                                             "Dread Queen, once more

I feel life stir within me, and my blood

Run faster, while a new strange cycle turns

And grows completed. Soon on the dear earth

Under the lively light of fuller day,

I shall revive me of my wound; and thou,

Passing with me yon cold and lifeless stream,

And the grim monster who will fawn on thee,

Shalt issue in royal pomp, and wreathed with flowers,

Upon the cheerful earth, leaving behind

A deeper winter for the ghosts who dwell

Within these sunless haunts; and I shall lie

Once more within loved arms, and thou shalt see

Thy early home, and kiss thy mother's cheek,

And be a girl again. But not for long;

For ere the bounteous Autumn spreads her hues

Of gold and purple, a cold voice will call

And bring us to these wintry lands once more,

As erst so often. Blest are we, indeed,

Above the rest, and yet I would I knew

The careless joys of old.

                                             For in hot youth,

Oh, it was sweet to greet the balmy night

That was love's nurse, and feel the weary eyes

Closed by soft kisses,—sweet at early dawn

To wake refreshed and, scarce from loving arms

Leaping, to issue forth, with winding horn,

By dewy heath and brake, and taste the fair

Young breath of early morning; and 'twas sweet

To chase the bounding quarry all day long

With my true hounds and rapid steed, and gay

Companions of my youth, and with the eve

To turn home laden with the spoil, and take

The banquet which awaited, and sweet wine

Poured out, and kisses pressed on loving lips;

Circled by snowy arms. Oh, it was sweet

To be alive and young!

                                            For sure it is

The gods gave not quick pulses and hot blood

And strength and beauty for no end, but would

That we should use them wisely; and the fair,

Sweet mistress of my service was, indeed,

Worthy of all observance. Oh, her eyes

When I lay bleeding! All day long we rode,

I and my youthful peers, with horse and hound,

And knew the joy of swift pursuit and toil

And peril. At the last, a fierce boar turned

At bay, and with his gleaming tusks o'erthrew

My steed, and as I fell upon the flowers,

Pierced me as with a sword. Then, as I lay,

I knew the strange slow chill which, stealing, tells

The young that it is death. Yet knew I not

Of pain or fear, only great pity, indeed,

That she should lose her love, who was so fond

And gracious. But when, lifting my dim gaze,

I saw her bend o'er me,—the lovely eyes

Suffused with tears, and her sweet smile replaced

By agonized sorrow,—for a while I stayed

Life's ebbing tide, and raised my cold, white lips,

With a faint smile, to hers. Then, with a kiss—

One long last kiss, we mingled, and I knew

No more.

                    But even in death, so strong is Love,

I could not wholly die; and year by year,

When the bright springtime comes, and the earth lives,

Love opens these dread gates, and calls me forth

Across the gulf. Not here, indeed, she comes,

Being a goddess and in heaven, but smooths

My path to the old earth, where still I know

Once more the sweet lost days, and once again

Blossom on that soft breast, and am again

A youth, and rapt in love; and yet not all

As careless as of yore; but seem to know

The early spring of passion, tamed by time

And suffering, to a calmer, fuller flow,

Less fitful, but more strong."

 

 

PERSEPHONE

                                                     Then the sad Queen

"Fair youth, thy lot I know, for I am old

As the old earth and yet as young as is

The budding spring, and I was here a Queen,

When Love was not or Time, and to my arms

Thou camest as a little child, to dwell

Within the halls of Death, for without Death

There were nor Birth nor Love, nor would Life yearn

To lose itself within another life,

And dying, to be born. I, too, have died

For love in part, and live again through love;

For in the far-off years, when Time was young,

And Love unborn on earth, and Zeus in heaven

Ruled, a young sovereign; I, a maiden, dwelt

With dread Demeter on the lovely plains

Of sunny Sicily. There, day by day,

I sported with the maiden goddesses,

In virgin freedom. Budding age made gay

Our lightsome feet, and on the flowery slopes

We wandered daily, gathering flowers to weave

In careless garlands for our locks, and passed

The days in innocent gladness. Thought of Love

There came not to us, for as yet the earth

Was virginal, nor yet had Eros come

With his delicious pain.

                                             And one fair morn—

Not all the ages blot it—on the side

Of Ætna we were straying. There was then

Summer nor winter, springtide nor the time

Of harvest, but the soft unfailing sun

Shone always, and the sowing time was one

With reaping; fruit and flower together sprung

Upon the trees; and blade and ripened ear

Together clothed the plains. There, as I strayed,

Sudden a black cloud down the rugged side

Of Ætna, mixed with fire and dreadful sound

Of thunder, rolled around me, and I heard

The maids who were my fellows turn and flee

With shrieks and cries for me.

                                                        But I, I knew

No terror while the god o'ershadowed me,

Hiding my life in his, nor when I wept

My flowers all withered, and my blood ran slow

Within a wintry land. Some voice there was

Which said, 'Fear not. Thou shalt return and see

Thy mother again, only a little while

Fate wills that thou shouldst tarry, and become

Queen of another world. Thou seest that all

Thy flowers are faded. They shall live again

On earth, as thou shalt, as thou livest now

The Life of Death—for what is Death but Life

Suspended as in sleep? The changeless rule

Where life was constant, and the sun o'erhead,

Blazed forth for ever, changes and is hidden

Awhile. This region which thou seest, where all

The trees are lifeless, and the flowers are dead,

Is but the self-same earth on which erewhile

Thou sportedst fancy free.'

                                                  So, without fear

I wandered on this bare land, seeing far

Upon the sky the peaks of my own hills

And crests of my own woods. Till, when I grew

Hungered, ere yet another form I saw;

Along the silent alleys journeying,

And leafless groves; a fair and mystic tree

Rose like a heart in shape, and 'mid its leaves

One golden mystic fruit with a fair seed

Hid in it. This, with childish hand, I took

And ate, and straight I knew the tree was Life,

And the fruit Death, and the hid seed was Love.

 

      Ah, sweet strange fruit! the which if any taste

They may no longer keep their lives of old

Or their own selves unchanged, but some weird change

And subtle alchemy comes which can transmute

The blood, and mould the spirits of gods and men

In some new magical form. Not as before,

Our life comes to us, though the passion cools,

No, never as before. My mother came

Too late to seek me. She had power to raise

A life from out Death's grasp, but from the arms

Of Love she might not take me, nor undo

Love's past for all her strength. She came and sought

With fires her daughter over land and sea,

Beyond the paths of all the setting stars,

In vain, and over all the earth in vain,

Seeking whom love disguised. Then on all lands

She cast the spell of barrenness; the wheat

Was blighted in the ear, the purple grapes

Blushed no more on the vines, and all the gods

Were sorrowful, seeing the load of ill

My rape had laid on men. Last, Zeus himself,

Pitying the evil that was done, sent forth

His messenger beyond the western rim

To fetch me back to earth.

                                                   But not the same

He found me who had eaten of Love's seed,

But changed into another; nor could his power

Prevail to keep me wholly on the earth,

Or make me maid again. The wintry life

Is homelier often than the summer blaze

Of happiness unclouded; so, when Spring

Comes on the world, I, coming, cross with thee,

Year after year, the cruel icy stream;

And leave this anxious sceptre and the shades

Of those in hell, or those for whom, though blest,

No Spring comes, till the last great Spring which brings

New heavens and new earth; and lay my head

Upon my mother's bosom, and grow young,

And am a girl again.

                                      A soft air breathes

Across the stream and fills these barren fields

With the sweet odours of the earth. I know

Again the perfume of the violets

Which bloom on Ætna's side. Soon we shall pass

Together to our home, while round our feet

The crocus flames like gold, the wind-flowers white

Wave their soft petals on the breeze, and all

The choir of flowers lift up their silent song

To the unclouded heavens. Thou, fair boy,

Shalt lie within thy love's white arms again,

And I within my mother's. Sweet is Love

In ceasing and renewal; nay, in these

It lives and has its being. Thou couldst not keep

Thy youth as now, if always on the breast

Of love too late a lingerer thou hadst known

Possession sate thee. Nor might I have kept

My mother's heart, if I had lived to ripe

And wither on the stalk. Time calls and Change

Commands both men and gods, and speeds us on

We know not whither; but the old earth smiles

Spring after Spring, and the seed bursts again

Out of its prison mould, and the dead lives

Renew themselves, and rise aloft and soar

And are transformed, clothing themselves with change

Till the last change be done."

                                                       As thus she spake,

I saw a gleam of light flash from the eyes

Of all the listening shades, and a great joy

Thrill through the realms of Death.

Saturday, 12 March 2022

Good Reading: "Mille Rimedi Invan l’Anima Tenta" by Michelangelo Buonarroti (in Italian)

   Mille rimedi invan l’anima tenta:
poi ch’i’ fu’ preso alla prestina strada,
di ritornare endarno s’argomenta.
  Il mare e ’l monte e ’l foco colla spada:
in mezzo a questi tutti insieme vivo.
Al monte non mi lascia chi m’ha privo
dell’intelletto e tolto la ragione.

Friday, 11 March 2022

Friday's Sung Word: "Minha Viola" by Noel Rosa (in Portuguese)

Minha viola
Ta chorando com razão
Por causa duma marvada
Que roubou meu coração

Eu não respeito cantadô que é respeitado
Que no samba improvisado me quisé desafiá
Inda outro dia fui cantá no galinheiro
O galo andou o mês inteiro sem vontade de cantá
Nesta cidade todo mundo se acautela
Com a tal de febre amarela que não cansa de matá
E a dona Chica que anda atrás de mal conselho
Pinta o corpo de vermelho
Pro amarelo não pegá

Minha viola
Ta chorando com razão
Por causa duma marvada
Que roubou meu coração

Eu já jurei não jogá com seu Saldanha
Que diz sempre que me ganha
No tal jogo do bilhar
Sapeca o taco nas bola de tal maneira
Que eu espero a noite inteira pras bola carambolá
Conheço um véio que tem a grande mania
De fazê economia pra modelo de seus filho
Não usa prato, nem moringa, nem caneca
E quando senta é de cueca
Prá não gastá os fundilho

Minha viola
Ta chorando com razão
Por causa duma marvada
Que roubou meu coração

Eu tive um sogro cansado dos regabofe
Que procurou o Voronoff, doutô muito creditado
E andam dizendo que o enxerto foi de gato
Pois ele pula de quatro miando pelos telhado
Adonde eu moro tem o Bloco dos Filante
Que quase que a todo instante um cigarro vem filá
E os danado vem bancando inteligente
Diz que tão com dor de dente
Que o cigarro faz passá.

 

 You can listen "Minha Viola" sung by the Bando de Tangarás here.

 

 

You can listen "Minha Viola" sung by Ione Papas here.