How much more frightening would it be if “the serpent’s seed” existed as the reified unconscious thoughts of “her seed”?
And what would animate those reifications? A living immaterial presence like a malevolent spirit? Or a living immaterial presence like a Zeitgeist? Or a sublime, monstrous and beautiful Thing, supported by the lamella of an undead force, living yet not aware of life, a coagulation of cells, each of which has no idea that it belongs to a body, much less aware that God has attached a soul to this body?
When we strike its head, we are only killing ourselves.
When it strikes our heel, it is only killing itself.
Such is the mystery of justificationself.