Apocryphos

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The Apocryphos

Chapter I

V 1.1
Before all, was nothing. After all, nothing will be again, until all is again restored. Thus is Aryoch and H'Coyra, the All, the Nothing. As day and night are they, Creator and Annihilator. As sunset and sunrise divide day and night, night and day, so also are the Creation and Annihilation.

V 1.2
Think you not, mortals, that you create as you rearrange Creation in your images, nor that you build. Likewise think you not that the power of Destruction is yours. All remains All, despite form, and not one thing that exists was not there in All. Nothing remains Nothing, with nothing to be destroyed, the perfect absence of All.

V 1.3
Aryoch'coyra. H'Coyraryoch. Thus are the names of God, and God is One, and God is Dual. Mortals, in their penchant to divide, will worship one, or the other. It is folly. A man born at sunrise will ever insist that dawn is the beginning, whilst his brother born at dusk will claim that night precedes the day. As flies upon a turning wheel are they.

V 1.4
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Thus is the name and nature of God, were it uttered infinitely.

V 1.5
The swing of the pendulum, the turn of the wheel, the flow of the tides. In All has Aryoch written his name, and the moons were his signs. In wisdom did he set the smallest first, the largest last, and between them, the third, the fulcrum. Attuned to perfection do they mark the Cycle, Equilaterality to Linearity. The skies write his name.

V 1.6
In each triad cycle will the moons be equally far from each other thrice times thrice, the Equilateral, the Trilateral. In each cycle will they align four times, the Stratolinear, the Terralinear, and twice Equatrolinear. Verily even, he has set the sun to mark the sky.

V 1.7
What man but a fool could stand in his field, seeing sun and three moons, each appearing the same perfect size, and say "There is no God. There is no Design." and call himself wise? The confession of God is the beginning of wisdom.

Chapter II

V 2.1
For all that God is, All, Aryoch, God is also Nothing that is not, H'Coyra. He is Nothing, in its perfection. In Annihilation, there is not eternity, as there is no time to measure. His Void is as perfect as his All.

V 2.2
What mortal can imagine Nothing? None, saith wisdom, no, not one. To endeavor a vision of Nothing is to do so within the human confines of time, to assign to it color, to define it as a thing. Nothing occupies no space; Nothing exists in no time. Nothing does not exist, the perfect paradox.

V 2.3
Cold is not a thing. Darkness is not a thing. Silence is not a thing. Amnesia is not a thing. Absences are they, echoes and rumors and shadows of Nothing. Amnesia, silence, darkness and cold are the merest veneer of Nothing, the perfect order.

V 2.4
Simplicity thinks in opposites. Love and Peace strive with War and Hate. Black and White. Life and Death. Good and Evil. All are shades of a narrow spectrum, their proximity one to another diminished by tiny windows of human perception. These things are not opposites. They are shades of All. They are only opposites of Nothing. All and Nothing are the only true opposites.

V 2.5
No transition, no segue, no blend. One or the other, instantly, or not at all. This is the nature of All, and Nothing, which has no nature. Perfecti extremis. Here is wisdom. All exists for Eternity, for eternity is all time. Nothing never existed, for it can be perceived in no time. Woe unto the world when Annihilation holds sway. In no instant at all, it comes upon you, unmaking All, and erasing its memory. All never was, nor ever shall be again, until All is, and Nothing never was. It is the perfect wisdom. It is the perfect madness.

V 2.7
In a glimpse of wisdom have men named H'coyra. It is not pronounced, all letters silent. To speak it aloud and hear it is to deny it, to write it in stone and read it is to blaspheme it, to imagine it is high idolatry. By existing, all men are its Heretics. What followers can it have if it leads Nowhere? What prophets, if it foretells Nothing? These words I write are supreme folly. And they are utter truth.

The tattered scroll ends abruptly.

SEE ALSO: Aryoch, Culture