Nowhere does truth appear with such brutality as in war and justice. In the face of such overwhelming force the individual is cut out from being, divided from the simple movement of himself. The will is driven out into the elements.
In war, there are marching songs, drumming which gives order to thunder – certainty and direction are formed over and above the will, so that it does not separate from itself too early. Then, at that very moment of the highest decision, the music gives way to silence – an order appears before which no artistic understanding can express itself. Only fate and judgement remain. The will experiences its second death.
If truth wants to be known, one's perspective will be shaken to the core with the utmost violence, until this violence becomes the entirety of the world, until one is but a fissure within a storm, an earthquake, a collapsing mountain. A slow erosion may be the most forceful of all judgements. This is the essence of tragedy and apocalypse – the world is reversed, the brutal decision of law imposes itself upon all men until the final perspective can hold out. It is uprooted, freed.
Nemesis – behind her, the earth a spectre.

"All precipitable matter comes from a primary substance, or tenuity beyond conception, filling all space, the Akasha or luminiferous Ether, which is acted upon by the life giving Prana or creative force, calling into existence, in never-ending cycles all things and phenomena." -Nikola Tesla

Mythologize everything.
Always have the truth in sight.
With every word, never stop singing and composing poetry.
With every action, never stop painting or sculpting, with colors or words or anything you touch.

The art of Life reflects the artistry of the ultimate Truth; it is all the same divine art.
All this artistry: symbolic, harmonic, metaphorical, mythical—all for what, towards what?
This god or those gods—what is the difference?
Those are all dead questions, and they do not lead to their own answers.

The One Living God is alive, and you must be too. Nothing else matters until you are born, again!

"Men, according to the ancient story, there is a god who holds in his hands the beginning and end and middle of all things, and straight he marches in the cycle of nature. Justice, who takes vengeance on those who abandon the divine law, never leaves his side. The man who means to live in happiness latches on to her and follows her with meekness and humility. But he who bursts with pride, elated by wealth or honors or by physical beauty when young and foolish, whose soul is afire with the arrogant belief that so far from needing someone to control and lead him, he can play the leader to others—[b] there’s a man whom God has deserted. And in his desolation he collects others like himself, and in his soaring frenzy he causes universal chaos. Many people think he cuts a fine figure, but before very long he pays to Justice no trifling penalty and brings himself, his home and state to rack and ruin. Thus it is ordained. What action, then, should a sensible man take, and what should his outlook be? What must he avoid doing or thinking?"
~ Plato