Ordo ab chao Such is Art – Emmanuel d’Hooghvorst, October 1998
To give body and measure to immensity, that is the mystery of pure Art.
If the fool uses cunning there, he has not seen the stump, memory of the ages, sleeping in silence.
What a challenge!
You believed, horned one, to reveal Art without the image of a heaven on earth. The Soul of the gods that rules Art, you knew not of its baptism, you ripen there neither forms nor colours.
He who cheats has no secret. Oh, we hear you, horned one, but if your text is removed, what does one weigh there?
To measure PAN was the first Art of Fire, He, so learned, thawing out the fatal age.
PAN is weighed. If Art measured this gaping Chaos, it is PAN bound in the human stump.
Void of exile does not spell out this weight of sense, gift of a celestial magician.
In the Art of love, sex is not told to man alone.
