Chapter 1:
Fiat lux and there was. From the world of sleep to the world of light;
dreams fade and darkness slips away to the corners.
I looked out the windows, up toward the skies. From the world of
thoughts to the world of life; I saw the skies
and I believed.
Bright. I close the window stumbling down to the kitchen.
Put on coffee, elixer of life. I pour myself a cup and step outs
-ide
Garden. I had toiled, there, planting seeds. /// //
These seeds now had flower'd, I had seen them grow and bloom. I saw them
grow and I believed. I sat in the shade of a tree, out there. I sat and
drank my coffee, thinking about my life and my work. Reflecting on the
beginnings of this day. Creation, inits little way, stretched out before
me; grew up between my toes and lived or died at my beckon. I sat there
like that for a while.
Birds sang to me, there. They sang to me from the woods, so I followed
their voices out there. Death begets life ; life begets death. I follow'd
this trail into the night. I cast a handful of seeds into the fields - -
Kether is the crown. I am beyond fatherhood and motherhood. I
created this world for myself and myself alone.
- I made the grass green,,
- I (beyond ego) gave the birds their song to sing.
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