Part 1, Wombed in sin - This wind is sweeter ****22
*Stephen continues to walk and think, mostly about the confusing mess of consubstantiality, and the various ideas about mixing up sons with fathers. He eventually makes it to his uncle Walters house*
Each page is making less and less sense.
(Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kamon: Heva, naked Eve. She had no navel. Gaze. Belly without blemish, Budging big, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whitehead corn, orient, and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. Womb of sin.)
Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made but not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler’s will. From before the ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A lex eterna stays about Him. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial? Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions? Warring his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. Illstarred heresiarch’ In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. With beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower on a widowed see, with upstiffed omophorion with clotted hinderparts.
*cracks knuckles*
Wombed in sin
A fetus being carried in a particular uterus that is viewed as being unholy.
A fetus yet to be baptized, therefore is still carrying original sin. Cf.(****20,21)
A fetus, created from wedlock.
sin darkness
Hell
Nonexistence
Void of any light
The absence of heaven
Wombed in sin darkness I was too,
I was also a fetus that was carried with sin, either from original sin, or I was conceived by a man who was not married to my mother.
I was also enclosed in a womb of sin darkness.
I was also bred in sin darkness.
made but not begotten.
Gone, but not forgotten, an old cliché, who knows where it came from.
Gone, but not forgotten, a painting of a sad lady leaning against a tomb, by John William Waterhouse.
Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made but not begotten.
I was also a fetus that was carried in sin, created or put together, but not born.
I was also a fetus that was carried in sin, created or put together, but not with the help of a father.
By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath.
By these two: my Father, we both have the same voice and matching eyes, any my mother, who is dead,
a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath.
(****16)
Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made but not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath.
Made but not begotten? How can a person be made, created, assembled, but not born? Not created through the act of procreation? Jesus was made but not begotten, in a sense anyway. I know John 3:16 would disagree. But how I understand this, in order to beget a child, you physically got to get the birds and bees together. And the VIRGIN Mary only had the birds.
If this was a statement I said about myself, how would I spin it, so it would be honest? If I was made but not begotten, that would mean that I was indeed made. I was assembled and put together. But, I was not born. That would mean I was definitely not a human being. So here I am, A creation. But not a flesh and blood human. How can I be created, but a flesh and blood human?
I create myself. I mean, I create the image of myself. I create the character that is displayed to the people that I interact with. I am Neo in the Matrix, with his full head of hair. I don’t mean to imply that this character/image, dare I say avatar, wasn’t created with the assistance of a whole bunch of things, the whens, wheres and hows of the time I spent my existence up until this point. But these things were not begotten. Only a fleshly little animal of blood and bones was begotten.
made but not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath.
Stephen Dedalus, sometimes Kinch, was created, partly, with the influence of my father’s features, and the memories of my mother, particularly this current moment, when I am still figuring out how I am being affected by her death. None of these aspects were physically created when my mum and dad banged it out, all they did was create a screaming, shitting, blank slate.
They clasped and sundered, did the coupler’s will.
Mmmhmm, you know, having sex.
They clasped and sundered. They did the will of the one who decided that my parents should be together
They clasped and sundered, did God’s will.
From before the ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever.
Before time began, God decided I am to exist and now he might decide that I should exist forever
Before the existence of time, God willed me. God decided that I should exist before there was a time for me to exist inside. And now that time exists, and I live inside of it, God may not decide for me to stop existing
Before the existence of time, God decided that I will exist in this location and at this time. And now that I am hear at this location and at this time, He may decide that I will stay here at this time and location for the entire existence at this location and at this time.
Before the existence of time, God decided that I will exist at this location. I will call this location “Location 1”. Before the existence of time, God also decided that I will exist at this point in time, I will call this point in time “2:00:00 pm”.
Before the existence of time, God decided that I would exist here at “Location 1” and now at “2:00:00pm”. And now that I am here at Location 1 at exactly 2:00:00 pm, God might not allow me to leave “Location 1” at “2:00:00 pm.”
Before I existed, but during the existence of time, God, or my father, decided that I should exist, and now that I do exist, God, or my father does not have the power to decide that I should no longer exist.
A lex eterna stays about Him.
An eternal law hangs around God.
An eternal law hangs around my father
Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial?
Is Lex Eterna the Godlike, physical matter the place where ⅔ of the holy trinity are made of or represented by?
Does the Father and the Son of the Holy Trinity have a concrete, real life existence inside this Godlike physical matter known as Lex Eterna?
Is the Will of God, a thing that makes us observe and obey the natural order of things, the container, which is constructed of material that is physical and Godlike, that contains the physical representation of the Father and the Son, but not the Holy Spirit?
Step by step:
The container.
There is a container.
This container is made of physical matter and is Godlike
This container is called Eternal Law
This container, called Eternal Law, has a set of rules taped to it.
These rules are very important, and are impossible to break.
The Holy Trinity and Consubstantiation
(Conveniently, The Holy Trinity, is impossible to understand completely, and lot’s of folks have different ideas on what it really is. I will base the following from the limited knowledge of my catholic background, and what I think, to which, this book might be referring.)
(Notes on the Holy Spirit, it is a really difficult concept for me to wrap my head around. I have given it my best shot.)
There is a thing called the Holy Trinity.
The Holy Trinity has four components
The four components are: the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and God
The Father is the creator of the universe.
The Son is Jesus.
The Holy Spirit is the “Magic” that does all the miracles.
God is the eternal being that maintains everything.
He is completely removed from our material universe and involved with it all at the same time.
The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are separate and individual things.
The Father is not the Son,
The Son is Not the Father
And so on...
The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, while separate from each other, are all God.
The Father is God
The Son is God
The Holy Spirit is God.
While the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are separate and individual things, they are made of the materials.
This means they are consubstantial with each other.
The Question:
Does the Father and Son exist in a container that I have named Eternal Law?
Does the Holy Spirit not exist in Eternal law? Actually, No, I guess not, This is the stuff that got the Virgin Mary pregnant. I get it now.
Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial?
Is Eternal Law the divine substance where my dad, and I are separate, but the same and equal? Cf. made but not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes
Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions?
Cf. Arius (****12) He said that The Father was more important than the Son or the Holy Spirit
I wish poor Arius, The man who burned a lot of biscuits with his views on the Trinity, was here to test his theory, and help me with my dilemma.
Warring his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality.
This sentence gave me a giggle fit
Cf. (****12) Warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with the Father
Contransmagnificandjewbangtantilaty
Con: Prefix used to convey the idea of “Joining” “Together” “With”.
Construction
Congregation
Console
Con: Prefix used to intensify the meaning of certain words
Confirm
Con: Cf. the Esperanto word Kun, translates to “With”
Contra: Prefix conveying “Against”
Contrast
Contrary
Contradiction
Trans: Prefix conveying “Across” “Through” “Over” “Beyond” “Other side”
Transport
Transistor
Magn(i): Prefix conveying “Large”, “Great”.
Magnify
Not to be confused with “Magnet”. This comes from the the Latin word “Magnes” which came from the Greek word “Magnēs lithos”, their word for Lodestone, which probably came from the Anglo-Norman French “Magnete
Magnific: 1, Having an imposing size or dignity. 2, Sublime, Exalted. 3, Pompous.
Magnificand
Magnificent
Magnific and
Jew
Cf. Adam Kadmon (****21)
I don’t know. Kind of out of left field for me.
Bang
Slang for having sex. It would fit in context with this paragraph, but as far as I can tell, it wasn’t used in that manner until around 1937, some years after this book was written. On the other hand, I mean, come on, I don’t think it would have taken until 1937 to work that one out.
Jewbang
Just a thought, but maybe this might allude to some violent sentiment towards the Jewish people. Not necessarily Stephen’s sentiment. All this dude does is think and make connections. First, not too long ago, he was talking to Deasy who didn’t have anything nice to say about them. Furthermore, this has been a pretty Catholic heavy paragraph, which is at odds with Judaism.
Tantiality
The last bit of Consubstantiality. We’ve already gone through that.
What does it all mean? For me, I don’t know, I think it points to the ridiculousness of Catholicism and all of the retcons it has to make, in hopes of legitimizing the crazy shit they keep saying.
llstarred heresiarch’ In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia.
Unlucky leader of heretics, he breathed is last: euthanasia
The Greek word for a bathroom is Aphedron
Euthanasia is a Greek word, translating to “Good Death”
We touched on this way back in (****12)
In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last.
Poor guy. Dude speaks up and lays his own two cents on some insane idea about whether two guys and some magic is the same thing as God. Only to die from a violent, likely poison induced, bowel movement.
With beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower on a widowed see, with upstiffed omophorion with clotted hinderparts.
With beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne,
With beaded mitre
Cf. (****12), fleeing with mitres awry
With a bishop’s bead covered hat and long hooked stick, stalled on his toilet,
Widower on a widowed see
A man who has lost a wife on a place where a bishop is in charge, who has lost a husband
A man with a dead wife in an area that should but doesn't have a bishop.
A man without a wife on a see without a bishop.
A man without a wife (a bishop) sitting on a see without a bishop.
A bishop sitting in an area that does not have a bishop.
with upstiffed omophorion with clotted hinderparts.
With a stiff, pushed up, bishop’s scarf with *clears throat* bowels still packed with poop.
with upstiffed omophorion
It reminds me of Omphalos (*****4,10,21)
with upstiffed omophorion with clotted hinderparts.
With upstiffed omphalos
With a stiff belly clotted with poop
Airs romped round him, nipping and eager airs. They are coming, waves. The whitemaned seahorses champing, brightwindbridled, the steeds of Manananaan.
Airs romped round him
Airs? Can you have more than one air?
Air, Aristotle, Arius
The wind and his wandering thoughts roughly played around him.
His better than thou attitude roughly played around him.
They are coming, waves. The whitemaned seahorses champing, brightwindbridled, the steeds of Manananaan
The whitemaned seahorses champing.
There is a difference between champing and chomping. When you are Chomping, you just going to town on something with your teeth. You know what it means to be chomping. But Champing, on the other hand, is slightly different, it means “grinding with your teeth”. Horses do this when they eat. They grind their food, they don’t chomp it.
In this case, I get the feeling we are referring to the phrase “Champing at the bit”. Over the years of understandable confusion, the phrase evolved into “Chomping at the bit”.
What does “champing at the bit'' mean? It is a horse racing term. A “bit” is that little piece of metal that goes into a horse's mouth, in the gap in the back without any teeth. I guess it doesn't hurt the horse, I dunno, I’m not a horseologist. But when a horse is agitated, or ready to start running, it could start grinding or champing its teeth against the bit.
Let it be known however, a metal bit is not necessary for a horse to champ.
brightwindbridled, the steeds of Manananaan
Brightwind-bridled, the mythical horses of Mananaan.
Stephen focuses.
I mustn’t forget his letter for the press. And after? The Ship, half twelve. By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile.
I am beginning to wonder about the timeline of this whole thing.
The Ship, half twelve.
(****13) Buck Mulligan reminds him of this, as Stephen leaves Haines and Buck at the swimming hole.
Half twelve.
12:30 pm
By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile.
Thoughts of Deasy
