Life and death we see with our eyes, they’re sun and moon.
Through the All run the sun’s life-giving, the moon’s killing and the globes subjected to life and death.
Around all the diseased the moon spins its net, until the Full Moon comes a beautiful night to fetch it.
Dying natural children love death, they long for the moment the moon takes them.
Nature is used to death, it experiences it every night. It submits itself with equal ease to the enchantments of the sun and of the moon.
Death is a sweet poison – rot, but there is nothing unhealthy about death. Nature is health itself and considers death every bit as healthy as life.
In rot lies the highest beauty and the Devil is God’s highest goodness. Admirable is the rapid work of destruction in the autumn.
Nature is under God’s protection. The Devil has no power over nature. Nature is God’s beloved.
If we don’t become natural children, we don’t get to go to Heaven. For the religious, secrets are secrets about nature. They don’t thrive in Jewish temples, but they got along fine with the unknowing child who understood the lilies of Saron.
Nature’s way to God is the direct, eternal and objective, without outer chance.
The human heart seeking God must fight the subjectivity, for the heart begins beyond subjectivity.
But Nature’s way is protected.
— translated by K-M SKalkenæs, December 2012