The natural rites of ascent were between a flesh and blood father figure and his sons.
1- At first the boy worships his father as a god like figure. His father can do no wrong, the child hangs from his every word.
2-Then, around adolescence, the child begins to see the father’s flaws, his humanity…his imperfections.
He rebels, becomes disillusioned, disappointed in a father he idolized.
3- Then the boy goes into the world can realized there is no perfect man, no perfect woman, no perfect anything…he now begins to appreciate his father flaws and all…as but a representation of his heritage his identity.
This does not occur in modern systems.
first because ideas are defined 'out of existence", i.e., made into supernatural, vague, perfect entities, clouded in mysticism and validate by obscurantism.
The boy cannot finish the process towards maturity, and is stuck in idol worship or in rebelliousness, never being able to surpass what is perfect and absolute and faceless…unreal.
Such boys usually lack a tangible experience with a real man, a real fahter…so they idolize the concept of father. The missing father becomes scarified, deified…conceptualized as this perfect being
Some remain submissive children to authority, others progress to a state of perpetual adolescence, continuously rebelling against authority because no earthly authority can ever live up to the ideal; no real tangible authority figure is ever worthy of respect because none can match the imagined one.
If Nietzsche were alive these men-children who worship him would quickly lose interest in him…it is in death where the dead attain perfection, like Jesus did to be resurrected as purified sanctified ideal.
Such minds are easily manipulated by charlatans who offer them a surreal, a supernatural, paternal figure…but such magical spells quickly dissolve in the light…like vermin scurry into the corners when the lights are turned on, and shadows dissipate and retreat when the sun rises…
Shadows are required for superstitions to survive. Some, like the guy in Plato’s cave, refuse to leave the shadow world…the shadows are comforting…concealing…
In the dark all merge and synthesize, everything becomes larger more terrifying…more awe inspiring…boundaries fade and you cannot clearly distinguish nor discriminate, you cannot differentiate.
In the dark all is one and the same, allowing the mind to turn inwards to its dreams, to its fantasies, to its inner light, such as it is.
The dynamic is a bit different with women…but that’s a topic for another day.