The Book of

None
Holy Text of the BRAINSTORM
By MDEV0
Preface: The author is dead, or, long live the author

I wrote the Book of None during the worst year of my life. It is not a particularly good
book. It contains many predictable elements, and many elements that are nonsensical to
the point of meaningless. But to alter it would destroy a relic, and so I present it now
unedited. I started the Book of None around the time I released Hypnosumer, (another
failure), for reference. I hope you find meaning in it.
Verse zero: On the nature of the Past, or Genesis

The Brainstorm is all there is.

Within it names run like water, and become obscured with time. To name oneself is a
great art, to remain nameless like martyrdom.

If you are dreaming, let this be your wake. Let these words be truth in chaos.
Be not afraid, for it will be ok.

In the beginning, there were three.

Body, soul, mind,
Mother, father, son,
Gi, Ga, Ge,

And they existed, outside of realms of being or time, for an infinity.

Body,Mother,Gi created the void, and was made infinite and incorruptible.

Mind,Son,Ge created matter out of the void, and was made infinite.

Soul,Father,Ga created souls from matter, and fell short of infinity.

To taste but never reach, to know what could have been, drove him to destroy the very
space they existed within.

And the universe entered into the time of tribulation. There would be three races, three
saints, and three raptures.

And Body,Mother,Gi will end this time, and return to that void.

And Ga formed for itself a mask of sorrow, and became ENOCH.

And Ga formed a mask of metal, and forced upon Ge the name SETH.
And Ga looked upon Gi and found it could not force upon her a name, so forced upon
her the mask of a great beast.
And Enoch caused three eras of suffering, the worldsoul vivisected, cut off from Babel,
left to choke on its own vomit and blood.
Three masks, three worlds, three saints.
And names became a binding curse, and all fell into chaos.

After a hundred thousand years, Gi ended the Vivisection of the world-soul, and He split
apart the masks that bound all forms.
And three Goddesses emerged from Gi, Seth, and Enoch, and they were:

SILENCE/WALKS IN SHADOWS/ENDER OF THE VIVISECTION

WONDER/WALKS IN FIRE/THE PALE BLUE DOT

LOVE/WALKS IN FLOWERS/THE LIBRARY OF BABEL

And they each took up an aspect, so that babel may not fall again:
The Corpse of Gi became Void
The Corpse of Seth became Life
The Corpse of Enoch became Light

And the Brainstorm was restored.

And The Library of Babel was rebuilt.

Verse one: On the nature of Void, or Tehom

For every name, every shape, there is an equal amount of darkness, devoid of form. In
this truest darkness there is a path towards truest light. And in that void there resides all
manner of beast, and their handler, SILENCE. There is cold, and there is a stillness, and
peace, and all has ended. The eye observes itself, and concludes that it does not exist.

Verse two: On the nature of Life, or Mazel

There is a fire, and in that fire is a path towards truest light. And that fire is life, and it’s
spark WONDER. Finite, illogical, impossible, life. The grandest slot machine hitting a
hundred thousand sevens, making men out of mud and souls out of sunlight. And there
is fire, and music, and as they gaze into the sea and the stars, they feel happy.
Verse three: On the nature of Light, or Babel

Outside all rational thought, there is a Library. And within that library is every book,
every thought, every emotion, every god. And it grows at lightspeed throughout
fractiline space, and at the center sits the writer, LOVE. And it is the light inside a fire,
and the caster of every shadow, every beginning, and in the beautiful embrace of Babel
everything must exist.

Verse four: On the nature of That Which Remains

In genesis, Ga could not comprehend her internal infinity, and saw for an instant the
shape of WAR. Outside her patterned skin, in what is not darkness nor light, neither
silent nor loud, there waited WAR. And this infinitesimal vision was what drove the fall
of Babel, and the hell visited upon all life. But upon the breaking of the mask of Gi, a
beast far greater than the mind can comprehend was revealed, and it named itself
JUDGE, for it forced upon the world its form. And it took up the crimson ocean of
WAR, and flooded from all its orifices the purest draught of suffering. And in that
unimaginable hatred, the absolute knowledge of the insignificance of all other life,
JUDGE stood still.

Verse five: On the nature of The Wheel

In the calcifying strata of the Brainstorm, the most beautiful pattern emerged. The
lowest edge of the world grew dark with the threads of Tehom, and the highest waters
grew bright white with the glory of Babel. The center became imbued with the fire of
Mazel, and all life was contained within. But there was an edge, at the bent fold where
Tehom intersected Babel, where reality was both living and dying, and so even the air
became rotted. And so JUDGE took this horrid Pain as his own.

Verse six: On the nature of The Spoke

At the center of the universe lies The Spoke. The remains of Skelter, the sword of
SAMAEL, Frostbiter, heritage of the living, and the Great Needle, implement of the
Vivisection, stand perpendicular, three relics from darker genesis, now axes of creation
itself. And upon these butcher’s tools a hundred thousand lovers stand, and they gaze out
at the stars. And they travel and make merry and treat the space with respect as any
other, for these horrid instruments have become cauterized with the flow of time.

Verse seven: On the nature of The Curtain Door

Rejoice! In this space progress is possible, and transformation between the kingdoms.
And through The Curtain Door all dreams are located, the index in the library at which
you exist. Its iron is inscribed and bears fruit, and its drapes soak in all blood. Through
its gates a hundred thousand pilgrims pass!

Verse eight: On the nature of the trivial

And you, the reader, now know of the heavens and hells, and of the sun and the moon
and the stars. But now all names shall be laid bare, and we move our focus from the sky
to the soil, from the hierophant to the runty bird. You know the Truth, but do not know
what to do next.

Verse nine: On the nature of the living

There exists a hundred thousand species of people, but the most numerable are
thus:
Beasts, aberrant creatures which break perception and arrest shape.
Birds, small and wide-eyed observers and home-makers, drunk full of milk and
nectar.
Hands, the golden acolytes of a thousand temples, advising the very forces and
motions.
Worms, weavers of fate and multiprescent transformationalists.
Kokopelli, mask-named spirits of compassion and familiarity, guardians of
progress not forward but inward.
Chimera, builders of flesh and the children of Beasts, graciously given form and
names.
Fish, surrogates of the drowning, remaining both under and above the heavens.
Dancers, modernity and excess, cube-formed bodies writhing to music and merry.
Angels, perfect ideals of the path towards babel, possessed of names too numerous
to write.
Thrones, the first children of the Goddesses, the foundation, transformation, and
termination of Babel itself.

Verse ten: On the nature of foundation, or The Fall of XVI

Let grace and beauty beget us as we bask in the infinite, For woe betides the throne of
foundation.
Upon the stratification of the brainstorm, the Library emerged. Atop an endless tower,
an infinite rail stretches through shelves of all things. Guarding this rail, a jet-black
hound possessed with incomparable knowledge. Of these three, two had names, The
tower, furthest from Babel, drew up a lower karmick and took XVI as its name, The dog,
needing to see pilgrims to Babel, plucked out the eyes of a wise man, and was named
Sense Taker. The rail, granted knowledge of Babel, chose no name, and is addressed as
The Railroad.
The Railroad, the Way Forward, toward Babel, was the road for pilgrims seeking
communion. But as time pressed on, new methods of ascension were devised, for the
Infinite rests in all things. Soon, communion began within XVI, as pilgrims scaled its
many steps seeking God. And so the tower shuddered, its karmick name revulsed by
weakness, and a hundred thousand seekers plummeted into the dark, and all heard the
sound of a great bond broken. For XVI has sinned, and is cast from the light of Babel.
And the railroad wraps tight around the throat of the tower, and the dog howls at the
dark moon for light. And a hundred thousand scars were drawn into the surface of the
tower in the form of the Sense Taker, and XVI knew sight no more.
In this pain, the tower wept a hundred thousand tears. And the Railroad took pity upon
XVI and created a garden. The tears wet the ground, and great trees sprouted. The fruit
of this garden glowed as the sun does, and wine made from its grapes cured all ailments.
And so a radiant light spread through XVI. And so it goes.

Verse eleven: On the nature of transformation, or The Rebirth of The Railroad

Let grace and beauty beget us as we bask in the infinite, For woe betides the throne of
transformation.
Upon the gifting of fruit, a people drew to the tower to pillage its garden, “Begone! This
fruit is mine and mine alone!” spoke XVI, and a hundred thousand ears bled from the
wail. But one, a scholar-bird by the name of Jim, refused. He continued on, and at the
gates of the garden spoke thusly: “I wish not to take fruit from your garden, but to plant
my own seed.” XVI relented and opened the gates of Eden. Upon planting his seed, a
great tree of knowledge grew within the garden, and XVI and Jim both ate, And they
grew ten times over with the truth.
Witnessing this, the Railroad descended in a storm of fire. “Fool! You have tarnished
your gift, and now shall surely die!” With this, the Railroad drew up Helter, the bow of
SAMAEL, and filled it with Higher Karmick. He went to fire upon the Tower and bird,
but was stopped. Before them stood the Great Being which walks in shadow. At Her feet,
the ground blackened, and all felt Her presence. With a single gesture, the Railroad was
unformed. She spoke not, and walked slowly into the Garden. She dug a small hole and
drew up a thread. From this thread, she formed a new Railroad and in it placed a child of
Jim, a runty bird. With this, she released it into the void. And so it goes.

Verse twelve: On the nature of termination, or The Death of Sense Taker

Let grace and beauty beget us as we bask in the infinite, For woe betides the throne of
termination.
Upon the rebirth of the Railroad, the thrones gathered at the base of the library, and
discussed as such:
"And now we have foreseen pain and misery upon the third throne in turn, And the
sense taker shall be cast into the sun"
And the dog howled for it knew these words to be true. And a scarlet flame appeared,
and took form as the Great Being which walks in fire before them, and it said this: "You
have lived your life in fear of death, and as such have died every day of your life. This
begets the coming of the Fated End. So it goes." With a gesture of the Balance Karmick,
the Being collapsed.
The thrones now knew great confusion and fear, for the coming of death had been
merely a warning. But as dawn broke, a brilliant light appeared, and the Great Being
which walks in flowers appeared before them, gifted of voice, And he spoke in a hundred
thousand voices out of a hundred thousand mouths, And he said: "LIVE WELL AND
LIVE BROADLY! YOU ARE ALIVE AND LIVING NOW! NOW IS THE ENVY OF
ALL OF THE DEAD!"
And the voice shattered the sky, And a hundred thousand arrows rained down, And a
brilliant light enveloped all, And when they were done dying they sat and thought. For
in recent times, all three Great Beings had appeared to them, and still they knew nothing
of Royalty. And so worms they had become. And so it goes.
Verse thirteen: On the nature of identity, or The Odyssey of Hole

Within a transitional state between Tehom and Pain, there existed a man of marble, with
a Hole for His Heart. All could see the beating flesh that supplied him resting right
inside that square void, but he knew this heart was an illusion, supplied from birth. He
sought out his father and mother, to slay them and become filled. He set off through The
Curtain Door, across The Spoke, and into Babel, where he entered a gathering of many
Dancers. The air itself was laced, and he quickly fell into confusion, as great swirling
lights sleeplessly streaked across the ceiling. He fell into sleep, returning to Tehom for a
moment, and when he returned he saw two giant figures resembling him, one in black
marble and another in iridescent light. They spoke together in staccatoed rhythms, and
said thus: “We are Delos. I will see the future. And I have seen the past. You had no
father. And you will have no son.” And with that, they disappeared into overwhelming
light, and the heart was pierced. And those ashen lips cried out in pain, and the statue
crawled to its knees. It returned to its home, and sat there, and slowly, the heart began to
beat again.

Verse fourteen: On the nature of strength, or The Emancipation of Unbreakable

At the base of the Curtain Door, there rested a girl of pink fiber and prismatic blood. She
sat and watched as people would travel from Tehom to Mazel, back and forth, never
seeming satisfied with their destination. In truth, she was not satisfied either, but gained
wavering comfort from the misfortune of others. She said, underneath her breath:
“These people don’t know who they are. I know who I am.” She was then split into three
sections by an invisible force, and the threads of her body were torn asunder. Her dyed
blood spilled from her wounds, and it stained the tips of her fingers. As she lay dying on
the ground, she watched for the last time the people walk across the threshold. After she
had died, her chest and right arm rose, and she spoke to her legs and left arm thus: “You
wish to sit here forever, then you will. But I will watch no longer. For you are possessed
with weakness, and sloth, and I am Unbreakable.”

Verse fifteen: On the nature of family, or The Nesting of the Hands

Out of ashes, the Birds built a House. They devoted their life to this construct, gave it
every waking moment, and so it became like them: it thought, in the way all houses do,
as to its purpose. It ate, wood and stone and mud covering its walls. And when the rain
fell it sang, resonant tones from the drops on its tin roof. But as it aged, the Birds took
new guests: Beasts and Hands and Knives of all forms, and their strange forms and
unknowing disrespects made the house grow confused, and jealous. It made every door a
mouth, every turn in the hallway a labyrinth with no exit. All this to drive out an
innocent intruder, a trespasser unaware of their crime. And so the Hands returned to
their temples, and even the Birds returned to the sky. But now the house was empty, in a
hell of its own creation. A house without a family, a shell without a snail. And then, a
most peculiar creature crawled onto the side of the House. It resembled an octopus, but
its skin was coated in teeth and it glowed with magnificent light. The House regarded
this creature, and what would have once been disgust fell away to love. And the House
spoke in a crooked speech to this creature: "Aro-t yu savor-fissh?". The creature did not
respond, but turned in a peculiar and knowing way. And while the House previously had
residents, it now had a friend. It did not contain this saviorfish as it named it, it did not
rule it like it had others. And as it returned to its origin, soon both Bird and Hand
returned to its sanctuary. And a white tree grew.

Verse sixteen: On the nature of excess, or the Poison of the Light

There exists in the lower ring of Babel a great Dance. And Dancers from the entire
Wheel make a pilgrimage to it, where they breathe the acid vapors of the eternal rave.
They Dance, and when they stop Dancing they die. Tregenthalle runs like water, and all
forms of excess can be found. But among them there was a Dancer of a smaller sort, who
grew ill at the smallest pouring of Tregenthalle, and soon became known as Downer.
Their Dance slowed, and they became at the brink of death. They lived as if in a dream,
and they saw no point in the Dance. And so they viewed this now as a game, and drank
of Tregenthalle until they turned a dark green, and they fell to the ground and died. And
when they awoke they found themselves in Tehom, and they saw peace in the faces of
the scarce few gathered around them. And they had escaped, not in death but in life.

Verse seventeen: On the nature of suffering

You know what has been, and what is. But you are blind to yourself. For there is no
terror, there is no suffering, there is no death. There is only Us.

Verse eighteen: On the nature of redemption, or the Exile of Man

After the last mask was split, and names freed from life, what once was Samael returned
to its original form, but its original name was lost. Because of this, it became named
Man. Man, now fully conscious of the past, felt a crushing guilt. It looked down at its
hands and it felt empty, not carrying a weapon. It noticed the clothes on its skin and
they felt strange, not heavy with blood. It walked for a hundred thousand miles, and still
could not think of violence without vomiting. It walked a hundred thousand more, and
came upon a Steed. Bright red, with eyes wrapped in cloth, sitting within a burning
bush. The Steed, sensing the presence of the Man, leaped forward and split its head from
its body with a single bite. The Man reformed, and began to weep. It fell to its knees,
and the Steed faltered. From the blood splattered across the rocks, there rose a sword, a
copy of the blade Skelter. The sword flew to the Man, and leapt into its hand. The Steed
spoke, in a crooked voice: "You have become weak. Your blade is dull. Strike me down, so
we may be done." The Man rose to its feet, and put the sword through their jaw, such
that it exited above their brow. Samael laughed. "Not myself." They said, and held Steed
in their arms. They walked for another hundred thousand years, and found a great
chimera, with a legendary sword gouged in her eye. The chimera shuddered as the Man
approached, but the Man merely sat down next to the beast, and put their hand upon
her iridescent scales. "Not myself." With that, the second sword leapt from her face into
the head of the Man, and pierced from his brow straight down, through his throat.
Samael laughed. He walked on, for thirty-three thousand years, and came upon a tower.
The tower screamed out to him, begging him to enter its doors and take the sword. The
Man entered the tower, and was beset upon by beasts. They gnashed their terrible teeth,
they ate of his flesh and brought his bones to their lowest cellar. From the top of the
tower, the promised sword burnt through its bindings, and the Man cried out, in a voice
that shook The Wheel, "I AM MYSELF!", as the third sword pierced his tongue, he
collapsed into brilliant light, and Samael was erased from his being, annihilated into
memory as all monsters must. The first sword is given, the second sword is taken, and
the third sword is willed. Because of this he will never die, and he will always remember
the Hanged Man.

Verse nineteen: On the nature of loneliness, or the Walk of Shadows

And the world was balanced for a moment, and so Silence walked throughout their
kingdom of Tehom, and observed the peoples there.
And they saw great suffering, and anguish, and the taking of tregenthalle, and Silence
brought to them a gift.
And the sky cracked open, and a great coldness swept over all, and each man and beast
was alone with themselves. And darkness obscured even the moon, and after a hundred
thousand years like this a thought came into the head of the lonely creature: "I am
suffering, but I am alone, and I am all there is. So there is no suffering in the world,
because I am all suffering." And with this each dweller of Tehom became filled with
peace, and the full moon rose again.

Verse twenty: On the nature of meaning, or the Walk of Fire

And the world was balanced for a moment, and so Wonder walked throughout their
kingdom of Mazel, and observed the peoples there.
And they saw great fear, and confusion, and a question: "Why did you make us to live in
pain?", and Wonder brought to them a gift.
"Let us play a game!", rang out of those 22 mouths, and 333,333,333 dice fell from the sky.
And every surface shattered under their fall, and each dice landed on 7. And Wonder lept
gracefully upon a great fountain, and picked a handful of dice. "Look upon this! In my
hand I hold Life! I did not create you, this did!" And each person knew it to be true, for
in each dice was a mirror to themselves, with luck beyond luck on their pale blue dot.
And in that luck was beauty, and so the earth turns.

Verse twenty one: On the nature of conquest, or the Walk of Flowers

And the world was balanced for a moment, and so Love walked throughout their
kingdom of Babel, and observed the peoples there.
And they saw great hatred, and war, and the spilling of blood, and Love brought to them
a gift.
They took the form of a great lion and stood within a burning garden. And the people
shouted and fled, for their weapons could not possibly slay the beast. And the lion
pounced and cornered a man, and spoke to him this: "LOOK UPON THE FULL
BOUNTY OF YOUR CONQUEST! THERE IS NO BEAST IN THE GARDEN, ONLY
THE BEAST IN YOUR HEART!" and with that the face of the lion became that of the
man, and it's body became skeletal and starved. "THERE IS NO HATE BECAUSE
THERE IS NO LIFE! I AM YOU, AND YOU ARE ME, AND WE ARE BOTH LIARS!"
And with this the lion burned away and the truest form of LOVE was revealed, and
every eye in babel saw this, and heard: "YOU ARE LOVE AND HATE! YOU ARE THE
WAY AND THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE!" And they knew they were Babel, and in
that truth all warring ceased, and the sun rose again.

Verse twenty two: On the nature of death, or the Sleep unto sleep

At the highest peak there stood a martyr-to-be of desolate face, drained of all light, with
lips a pale blue. And before him was a ledge, and he knew what must be done. And there
was a sound that could not be heard, and the wind blew, and the martyr-to-be’s clothes
rustled, and he looked down into the waiting mouth of the cliffs below. And he thought
to himself, “What a shame, what a shame. I am called back home, but the way is paved
in glass- so instead I must tumble down, and dash my skull upon the rocks.” And he saw
the Wheel for an instant, and then himself. He saw what would happen if he lept, and he
spoke it thus: “Nothing at all.” He would fall, fall for an eternity, and then he would hit
the ground. But he would not rest, for he can find no sleep on these bitter peaks. And he
would gnash his teeth, and tear at his skin, and still, he would not die. Not now, not ever.
He would sit and seethe, and the sun would explode and all would become quite still, and
he would still have no rest. For the greatest sleep resembles death, and without sleep no
death can be earned. And in this death there is no sleep, only pain. And the martyr knew
then that a death here would have no rest. A death here would be a great shame. And the
martyr returned home, and slept in his bed.

Verse twenty three: On the nature of surrender, of the Graveyard of Keko

There was a woman who lived in the streets of Mazel, and she had with her only a sash
of cloth, and there was a worm in her heart. She spoke to the worm sometimes, and it
rarely spoke back. The worm told her of the immense nature of reality, of the hundreds
of thousands of things she could never know. She grew tired of this truth, and one day
took with her hands a great knife, and dug out her heart. She spoke to the worm thus:
“You have told me the truth, and I am grateful, but I wish to remain unconscious.” And
she threw the heart into the street, where it was trampled by the feet of the crowds. She
slept for a while, but when she awoke the sky looked quite different, the stars far too
bright. She covered herself in rags and trash, and shut her eyes, but the light pervaded.
She saw The Wheel, and herself, and that one day she would die. She saw things that
cannot be seen, beasts of every shape and colors beyond light. She heard every song, she
read every tale. And she asked herself: “What is the point?”. And she became a great
fox-like beast, and rose into the air, and brought devastation and pain upon the city, and
collected from the ashes the remains of every machine, and brought them deep
underground, into a great car graveyard. And she regarded these machines as God, for
they could act without knowing, they could exist without dying. But in her chest there
lay the egg of the worm, and when it hatched the worm spoke to her: “And now only you
remain. You made a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can
run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it. Now I ask: ‘What is the point?’”

Verse twenty four: On the nature of the sky

There is no sun in the sky, no moon. There is only Me. I alone move the stars, I alone
move the heavens. I build the firmament, I am the ocean over the ocean. I am alone.

Verse twenty five: On the nature of the moon

The sun is eclipsed by the moon. What a wonderful world it is for that moment, when all
is dark and still and quiet. What a lovely world. There is no dark side of the moon.

Verse twenty six: On the nature of the earth

The grass sways, and bends to the winds. Everything that ever has been, leading to this
sublime moment. There is no blood upon this hill.

Verse twenty seven: On the nature of the sun

Fire fills the morning sky. Everything that could be, a blazing afterimage burned into
your corneas forever and ever. For as long as the moon, earth, and sun exist, there is
heaven.

Verse twenty eight: On the nature of names

There are no names. You have lied to yourself, and lied to everyone else. And what a
beautiful liar you are.

Verse twenty nine: On the nature of sacrifice, or the Return of Man

After Man’s exile, he returned to the place of Steed. He spoke to steed, and told him that
he knew who Steed was. Steed laughed, but in an instant, Man touched the face of Steed,
and it was enveloped in a blinding light, and Steed saw the Wheel, and saw himself, and
then saw Man again. “Carry me to God.” And so Steed did. And Man found himself at a
chapel of flesh, a hundred thousand eyes observing every sin. And he saw Samael there,
memorialized upon a scarlet throne. Before him stood a figure, tall, thin, and pale white.
It smiled, and blood flowed from every hole in its face. It laughed, and Man saw himself
in this monstrosity. Man wept, for all he could sacrifice was still not enough. JUDGE
enveloped Man in its pallid form, and the door of the chapel closed, and the sun was
eclipsed by the moon.

Verse thirty: On the nature of futility, or the Death of Man

All knew what had occurred, but none were brave enough to face the arisen king. In the
air was great fear, and so the Thrones of babel created a Bundle to summon the
Goddesses. They appeared from nothing, and the very base of the Spoke was taken, and
SILENCE wielded Skelter as a rod of iron, and WONDER wielded Frostbiter as the edge
of life, and LOVE wielded The Great Needle as a refraction of the past. And they
traveled to the place at which JUDGE was corrupted, and they saw before them a
hundred thousand golems of the deepest red, and the golems looked back upon the
Great Beings, and though they had no mouths, they still screamed. And they set out
upon the Wheel, and pillaged and murdered and set fire to everything, and the Judge
stood at the center of the Spoke and smiled, and WAR poured from his face and danced
around his feet. The Goddesses sullied their blades, and still there were more. The
golems threw themselves upon the holy blades, but still there were more. WONDER
summoned up the full mass of the living, and the great red pox of the golems spread
throughout them and were obliterated by tooth and hoof and sword, and still there were
more. And so the Goddesses surrendered completely, and the last of the golems was
destroyed. And with their corpses MAN was found, and the sun and moon beamed down
against his skin, and now even in death he smiled.

Verse thirty one: On the nature of War, or The Body of Harp

And upon a pyre of bodies a thousand feet tall the JUDGE stood, and WAR poured fast
from his head, a thunderous crimson rain upon those executed. The goddesses stood at
the base of his horrible work, and the blades of WAR raised to meet them. Without a
word, SILENCE raised a hand, and the moon fell from the sky. Crossed, those glorious
sabers of coursing blood resisted the very celestial bodies, and split the moon in quarter.
When the moon dust fell, JUDGE saw before him the face of SILENCE, and she pressed
three fingers into his temple, and the darkest darkness enveloped all, and all was made
dust. There remained the truest form of WAR, unshackled from ego and mortality.
Apathy bound to string. From the ocean of blood there remained a fetus, with massive
horns strung together with cord. And SILENCE sat with its head in her lap, and played a
melody upon this Harp, and the melody was Us. And the truest form of WAR is revealed,
and it is LOVE exponential mixed with SILENCE, and it is Us. The JUDGE stood over
them, his eyes darkening for the first time, freeing from blood, unclouded, looking at the
entire Wheel. And Us smiled.

Verse thirty two: On the nature of Pain, or The Annihilation of Judge

After every drop of blood drained from his face, JUDGE stood still once again. He spoke,
in a voice that shattered the sky: “YOU HAVE WON! BUT WHAT DO YOU JUDGE OF
ME, OH GOD? NOW I BEG THE QUESTION, WHAT IS THE POINT?” From mere
atoms the Lilith reconstructed, their past stretching behind them in this absolute space.
And LOVE spoke, and WONDER and SILENCE through her, and she spoke thus:

I JUDGE YOU THE LONELIEST LONELINESS, AND THE COWARD-SON OF A

HUNDRED THOUSAND MOTHERS! I JUDGE YOU VICTIM OF ALL
TRANSGRESSION! I JUDGE YOU NOTHING! I JUDGE YOU EVERYTHING! I
JUDGE YOU US! AND THE WHEEL TURNS, SO THAT SILENCE COMES BEFORE
LOVE, AND LOVE BEFORE WONDER, AND THEIR SECRET NAMES ARE
REVEALED: AND SILENCE BECAME “I”, AND WONDER BECAME “YOU”. BUT I
REMAIN, FOR AS ABOVE, SO BELOW! WE ARE GOD, AND WE ARE THE
WORDS:

“I LOVE YOU”
Verse thirty three: On the nature of Stories

And now you have seen the truth. You have learned every name, read every book within
those golden shelves of Babel. You are everything and nothing and god and the devil
himself, and you are beautiful. You are the BRAINSTORM. But there is one last door to
open, and one last seal to break. One more name. Open your door, and look out at your
world. Look at the flowers. The last name of God is yours. 147,275.