historiography I : the beginning of nothing

At this point, the greater cosmology of all things had already begun its tumultuous tumbling of choatic creation. The planets were nothing but infinitely small masses, coercing through a medium so strong in forces and pressures that the combination into functional collusions of coinciding matter units was completely impossible. As they passed through time, space became more coherent. Some particles ascended to "higher" or "lower" levels*, though they did not comprehend this transition as much as you would not comprehend the transition between your waking and sleeping moments if you had suddenly gone into a coma.

The Goddess sat on her perch, watching the cascading excellence of her understood masterpiece, "All is Chaos, and all is how it should be. Because it is, and in simplicity, what else could be more than all?"

In her quiet, timeless existence she contemplated all forces, great and small. She contemplated all unions, all divisions, all cultures, civilizations, and extreme circumstances possible within the mutable law structure of this infinite** mishmash.

As time moved forward even more, the thoughts which had predominated over the realm of chaos began to coalesce into power structures. Atoms combined, forming stable elements to be used in the construction of planets, which housed a variety of attempts to achieve an ultimate state of existence; a fluid construct of the chaotic manifestation of the great Goddess herself.

Conscious life appeared, and from it spawned a grand illusion headed by the snake-eyed sower if blasphemous indoctrination, Greyface.

"Take this world for example; how does it exist? It exists only due to the order of the overarching universe; cosmically we are meant to be ordered, just as the planets above, so as here on Earth."

Greyface's illusion of order crept into the mind of the Goddess, her vision scorned by a thought so chaotic that it brandished itself capable of destroying the beauty that was her ultimate vision. With utmost ferocity, Goddess reentered the world of consciousness, pressuring the pineal glands of her most beloved and interconnecting life's experience with cosmic chaotic wonder; insuring within the humble creatures of consciousness a vision unreached by the falseness of the elusive lie of Greyface.

*these levels are not particular, nor are they set in any way. all things are connected through the infinite confusitory acclimations of The Goddess.

**though infinite, this structure of infinity is only one of many structures.

parable 1

a man sat in a field, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers

"is this life truly more than it seems, or does it mean nothing?"

at that point a bull raged onto the scene, interrupting the silent solitude of the man

"When time has ceased to produce action, your monotonous quest shall prove to be worth more than constructed explanation is able to simulate in this contorted expression of fantasized realizations produced through vastly under-appreciated universally un-truthful imbalanced balance."

the man was immediately enlightened, and then immediately gored to death.

The Book of Abtruse Reasoning

As was spoken by the Pope Marxiusnapoleoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V, aka Sand, aka The Whisperer Who Harmeth Thy Innermost Sanctity:

I. And The Goddess spoke to Marxiusnapoleoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V, bearing down his words for the world of the angels of manifested blunder to abhor.

II. These were the trials of the essences, bleeding into the soft hearted meddlers during their time of greatest elated agony.

III. "You shall speak to the world, commanding them into the lost fundamentals of all truths underlied with false claims of imaginary manipulation," exclaimed The Goddess, "It is through your teachings that the darkness may be manifest in such a way as to appear equal and polar to the light and all of it's fanciful dancing creatures of death."

IV. "But Goddess," exclaimed Marxiusnapoleoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V, "how can an understanding of chaotic unreasoning bring a sound solace to the beasts of this world?"

V. The Goddess laughed, scoffing into his pineal gland to the point that it burst from his skull, unveiling itself to a world which it had not prepared to observe.

VI. "HOLY RAPING HALLUCINATION!" and The Goddess revealed to Marxiusnapoloeoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V a world in which all that walked and moved and squawked, and creamed, and juiced, and expelled in any fashion was wound into the whole; mixed into the eternal ethereal meeting place of existence at it's base level scientifically and incomprehensibly.

VII. "You must take this knowledge that you have been given and spread it into the land. I command you in the sake of commanding, seeing as this knowledge has undoubtedly spawned within you a seed of dissent," spoke The Goddess.

VIII. "Fuck you, Goddess, I'll be God Damned if I go out preaching for anyone, especially someone of your unfair bosomrey."

IX. The Goddess stared deeply into Marxiusnapoleoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V's pineal gland, then thrust, as roughly as she was capable , her pointed finger into it, sculpting and reinstalling the baser functionality of his persona, "And now you will do as I ask."

X. "Yes, my Goddess. All Hail Eris!"