Holy (n.) withholds in withdrawing; it bestows its arrival by reserving itself.
The Holy (n.) is the element in which even godhead is still present — and so the track by which the fled gods might come back.
Holy (n.) lasts only by staying within its withdrawal — just as the blue shines on the face of the soul by drawing back into its own depth.
The Holy (n.) stays concealed when the whole and sound withdraws: the world becomes without healing, unholy, and even the track to the holy seems effaced.
The Holy (n.) is beckoned by the sound, which the unholy, as unholy, traces for us; the holy binds the divine, the divine draws the god near.
The Holy (n.) is the only sphere where God or the gods can appear, and it begins to shine only after Being itself has been lit up and experienced in its truth.