the first thing namable the one the idea thing beyond thought
not a bang, a be, an ever, expanding to this point.
Now, you understand. Cross past the plain of salt, bearing light,
lightest of burdens. Climb the western edge, the cleft in the rock.
Find that. Wait and watch, the light thins into night.
There is no darkness, only thinner light. You stand under stars, aware.
While watching Season 3 of Phillip K. ****'s Man in the High Castle, Frank Fink's Son of the Law ritual wrapping of the Word from Ha Shem, that traditional masking of the name Je-**-vah. Bar Mitz-vah, the message of light intended for initiates, but lost in a box that is dark inside.