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.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
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. Dick'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-ho-vah. Bar Mitz-vah, the message of light intended for initiates, but lost in a box that is dark inside.
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