Hod’s glory veils even the sun. It is said, in some parts, the sun’s rays only shine in the space left behind by Hod’s radiance, existing only in deference. Splendor submits to Hod, and beauty fails before Hod. The sky withers and retracts, and all that can remain without Hod languishes in mediocrity. Yes, Hod is greatness, but the price of knowing such brilliance is the sundering of one’s own self. Why should we bother to know our own visage or even to look at the sun while we choose to remain so ignorant of what Hod is? It is all darkness by comparison . . .