I am the wall, talk at me if you will,
make your prayers and sacrifices to me.
for I am the voice without orifice to speak
and the listener without ear.
I am the scales you place your weights on
seek ye to redress the balance.
Yet am I not perfect without your efforts,
lighter than the feather without force.
I am the virgin whore untouched
the perpetual motion device.
no motion nor effort need be addressed,
I will find my own way, for I am more solid than emptiness
more fluid than stillness.
Don’t entrap me in your idolatry
your God nor gods.
Pretend not your metaphors to touch
my words to hear.
All these things are yours and yours only,
speak then to the wall.
Just like to point to the later entries in the Egyptian book of the dead [Wallis-budge], where 3,4 or more gods were put together to encapsulate all their meanings into a greater ‘representative’ of natures. This begs the question as to weather or not pagan deities were ultimately considered alone as divine beings, but more metaphors of such [even in form]. Indeed there was some conflagration between ancient british druids and the Roman’s over this issue, we can see in Pictish stones that ‘magical’ forces were inscribed purely symbolically, that representatives of ‘gods’ did not exist prior to the Roman misinterpretation of said paganism.
Indeed analogically we could consider God and Gods as something akin to idolatry in the Druidic religion, something they felt so strongly about that they fought tooth n nail for it. Even metaphor is barely any different hence the notion; ‘once it is written it is lost’. Any kind of formation, personification or deification of the divine infinite [caugant] is sacrilege in that religion, and I wonder if it were the same in many pagan religions bar the classical religions [consider shamanism].
Also that, if we take away the religion of sacrifice, offerings etc, and replace them with something else, we all get on fine don’t we.
Or I could just sit and look at you - wait for you to say something to me.
Do you change your appearance as I sit in waiting?
Are you something to fear?
Will you crumble before my feet and have me rebuild you in my own own image and likeness?
I kind of like you wall - you’re a challenge.
Can I draw pictures on you and when I am tired, curl up on the ground next to you?
Would you shield me from the sun and wind?
Would you speak to me of who I am?
i would say that is all true, the wall neither cares nor listens but once we understand what it is perhaps it will lend an ear, maybe even protect us in some manner.