It's not fear which inspires the true seeker to adhere to strict guidelines, to adopt new systems of ethics, to hold his actions within a sphere of prescribed morality. It's not fear at all, fear has no home amongst the seekers of god.
It's the mystery; Moments of touching into the deep eternal reality of the cosmos, the infinity of microcosm and the infinity of the macrocosm. It's being held, humbled, by the presence of a truth or a wisdom that stretches far beyond our comprehension.
And it is our curiosity which forms a covenant with the spirit, it is our desire to attain the open mind that pits our will against anarchy. It is a half understood promise which holds us straight, it is the endless possibility that transforms our desires into dust.
The greatest of art invokes the numinous. It holds us under the power of it's mystery. It touches that yearning within the primal heart of mankind for something deeper; Past the psychedelia within the looking glass and through to dusty arcane truths which haunt our dreams, manifesting as dark visions of presence and splendor inspiring fear and awe. Accelerating pulse and pulling our minds into the depths where leviathans stir.
And the leviathan within knows not the shallows. It is uncomfortable in the light and so drags us forcefully back to the darkness where it reigns majestic.
True art wakes the leviathan.
Both art and religion are servants of the numinous—though they know it not and their true forms are rarely spotted. Instead they have been tainted and twisted by those landlocked fools who glare fearfully at the water and, driven by their fear, let acidic hatred taint the wisdom of the self. So driven by their fear they take up a worship of the external idols and shout out to the world to seek anything, anywhere but in!
