The Beast has opened my eyes to knowledge of things much greater than myself, and for this I love and despise it. My purpose is laid out before me and my body is marked with its image. Even as I come to understand his sinister designs, I cannot refuse my role. For the love of God, keep shut your eyes.
We are all Heathcliff, and he is us collectively. We have made the cat into our golden calf, our husk in which we insert our own deity. I assumed Heathcliff was one of many modern gods, all of which only exist due to the power we have prescribed them, and would cease to be instantly without our continued praise. However, this thing of our own creation somehow has become more than what we made it. Heathcliff sustains itself. I am terrified, and I must know more.
The book of Revelation describes a Beast given authority by the Dragon, the embodiment of the prince of evil himself. Lucifer. This Beast has the body of a leopard, the feet of a bear, and the head of a lion. It is said to develop a following of heathens upon the earth amidst the end times, though these followers will not know of the Beast’s grand designs.
Understanding is no longer possible nor necessary — our only option has become surrender to its terrifying splendor. Either Heathcliff is the God of which our holy books speak, or he has taken His throne
The Beast has opened my eyes to knowledge of things much greater than myself, and for this I love and despise it. My purpose is laid out before me and my body is marked with its image. Even as I come to understand his sinister designs, I cannot refuse my role. For the love of God, keep shut your eyes.