Darkness Visible

What the hell was Milton saying? We who are never without light, electricity, car horns, alarms, cell phones, thump-thumping war wagon rap, the straining diesel bus, the siren, the light, light, light with little illumination and less heat. What do we know about Darkness Visible? Viscous blackness, the void, the place we dare not go, the Fall. Not just into the abyss but to Hell's fired furnace without light. Oh, isn't that something? This is from a man who lived without television, without radio, or ipod. No earbuds for John Milton. No. Just a working belief in his fearsome brutal god and the ability to imagine it. And the Devil. All other imaginations of Satan pale or sample Milton. Take for instance the corporation.
I love, fear, and hate his Satan, the first grand thief, perched in the Tree of Life like a cormorant. I imagine Milton with a quill and candlelight and unimaginable dreams imagined when I open the envelope from Wells Fargo, the corporation, the thief whose smooth soft hand easily guides to the garden. I know not the Tree of Knowledge, bought dear from knowing ill, I'm a hick from another time and place and lack the capacity for such evil. I'm a sucker for the corporate Satan who has maddening phone sentinels, and layer upon layer of fallen Angele's to obfuscate and confuse a simple man easily confused.
Milton believed in his god and imagined a seething fallen angel to push against that god and goodness. We're of a different time and believe in little. How do you push against apathy? Create a new god in plastic and steel that gives a little and takes more and does its business in the dark.