In times of transcendent clarity I see each and everyone as aspects of the various gods, or stars, and I know of whose aspect I am of, and why he lives in silent darkness:
It’s silent and it’s dark - most conducive to self-awareness and freedom of individuality. Goats know no thing but themselves. The gate of Capricorn is that through which men are born and die. We see and experience the cycles of life but are yet set apart from them. And yet none has greater part in them but us. We who are borne of the stars of the horned goat are the initiators of life, the generative force which throws itself with violence into the passions of life, giving all to the ecstasy of purpose. The goat knows no thing but this. It is the act of sacrifice which cannot be understood by those who only see the sins borne of the scapegoat. The outsider, to use Colin Wilson’s term.
And this is our curse: To be among the uninitiated, and to be tasked with initiating them. There is only one aspect of the gods among men who are uglier than we. She is the only one we desire more than the silence. It is she we will follow out from our silent darkness.