lacan's theory of the sublime says we will be terrified: that, standing at the precipice, or swallowed in the pure black of a cave, we will see beauty, and cower. 

the bloodletting here is too easy: follow me instead to the mountains, into the sparkling canyons, and touch the shaking walls. here is where disaster waits. here is where, soul in mouth, you can finally touch perfection, and be known.