Ok.
So the head on the pole scene. Human hell is a lake of fire as we well know, and this is what kellhus sees, the sons, crocodilian in a lake of fire imbibing souls.
Then he FLIPS it to other skies other sons, and here it is a sky of fire that feeds and sustains the equally ravenous sons.
He comes to the shore that is here, always here, gazes without sight across waters that are fire, and sees the Sons swimming, lolling and bloated and bestial, raising babes as wineskins, and drinking deep their shrieks.
So he seizes the lake and the thousand babes and the void and the massing-descending Sons and the lamentations-that-are-honey, and he rips them about the pole, transforms here into here, this-place-inside-where-you-sitnow, where he has always hidden, always watched, where Other Sons, recline, drinking from bowls that are skies, savouring the moaning broth of the Countless, bloating for the sake of bloat, slaking hungers like chasms, pits that eternity had rendered Holy …
Now. Look at what the boatmans songs tell us about the sky of fire and the no men fear of damnation.
O’ Siöl! What love hath thou remaining? What fury hath thou loosed? What destruction? We who know the ground, plot in its bones, Prepare to grapple the endless, Eating Sky!
Facing the sun, there Imimorûl dug a great well, And bid his children enter. In the bone of the world, there he conjured song and light, And his children feared no more the starving Sky.
Here! Here Imimorûl drew down the face of the mountain, Bid us seize the halls of the House Primordial—here! Here lies a home that cleaves the tempest asunder, A home that breaks the shining beak of the dawn.
And the rest of the song repeatedly refers to the sky as the "Starving" as does I think the black cauldron soul occasionally refer to the Sky as the Starving.
This makes sense if the nonmen view hell as a sky of fire, rather than a lake, and the "principle" of the denizens of hell is one of Starving, a starving that seeks their souls out to munch upon for eternity.
Nameless gods howling like wolves at a silent gate or some such similar quote. And my long unfulfilled promise to examine the boding text of the wolf gate in cil aujis. Is reminded.
The nonmen seek to barricade themselves away in oblivion, both the figurative we know so well and in the literal delving that drives them into a subterranean existence of hiding.
And note the idea here that immorul invents sorcery in the passage, and this is seen as a source of Salvation, a way to fight back against the denizens of hell a way to tear the tempest asunder, a way to no longer fear damnation of the starving Sky.
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