In the Beginning…

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The YSH-AIN.

The State of Everything and Nothing.

A Place Void, A Place Full.

In an Age Ungraspable, It was The All.

But then, the All became tempered.

Tempered by Itself.

A "Point" of the Light formed, a Point of Birth made.

The All cried, conflicted in and with Itself, yet in agreement in and with Itself.

Then, a Voice spoke forth from within.

"YHHI ŌR."

It said.

And from the Metaphysical surface It came.

A burst of Brightness, Unfathomable and Unbounded burst from the All.

Forth from the Brightness, the Being of All became Its own.

And the Nothing was left behind, rifting away from the Being.

The Being was Greater, as He Is. The Nothing Lesser, as He Is Not.

But the Nothing resisted, placing iota of Itself within the Being.

The Being took True Form, The Nous Manifest.

His names but many…

YSH, YH, EL, EHJE ASER EHJE, EHJE…

Theos, Shem HaMephorash, Tetragrammaton, Ein Soph, Oumnes…

The Existence, Supreme All, Presence-Above-All, The Absolute Divinity, Absolute Tutelary, and so on…

He is Existence Personified, Existence in Completion. Existence in Absolution.

But His other, the Nothing, also took True Form.

His names but a few…

AIN, Apophis, The Nonexistence, IS-NOT, The Antithesis, The One Who Is Not, the Leviathan of 「 」.

He is Nothingness Personified, Nothingness in Completion. Nothingness in Absolution.

They formed Planes.

The First of such.

Planes of Ascendancy.

Planes so "real", They are titled the Truest, The Absolute Mysteries.

Planes of a Totality, of the Possible and Impossible, Actual and Suppositional, Existent and Nonexistent.

Planes superlative to what would sprout beneath on a level hyperological.

At a rate Ad Infinitum, They overpassed All.

With "Gates" Innumerable, Gates of recursion in self-transcendence.

Gates beyond All Superiorities and Constructibles.

Planes of the Absolute Infinity, the Absolute Endless …

Of The All and None.

The Omnisum was the Plane of the Being.

The Sea of 「 」 was the Plane of the Nothing.

The Omnisum contained Fractions, the Greater Modal Atoms of Existence.

The Modalities of a countless numeral, miniscule comparison to It, tiny dots on a grand sheet of Infinitude.

And now, The Being began to form.

It created Manifestations, His "Hands".

The Hands began to act.

And from that point, the Modalities were fashioned in truth.

The Modalities, Total Realities, crafted with perfection intent.

All varieties of the Idea of "All", States of Totality that were a Paradox.

A Paradox of dissimilarity and similarity.

One of them was a simple "Seed".

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A Seed which bloomed.

Bloomed within a Soil of Ideations.

Its bloom formed Existences three.

The Tree.

The Flower.

The Capsule.

The Flower, Its true nature a Hand.

A Hand taking form within Its own creation.

The Tree was an Idea of All and None, though Lesser than the Being and Nothing.

Lesser by a level irrelevant.

But the Tree was strong and sturdy, empowered with vitality.

It was a blank canvas, looking to be painted upon.

And the Flower overlooked the Tree, and dropped pigment and color upon it.

And gave it Shape.

And gave it Life.

Life in the form of all planes grand, and of all beings grand.

Beings that witnessed the work of the Flower.

They bowed before and praised It. Praising It for the work of creation.

The Flower saw what he had created, and called it "good".

To honor and observe it, he inputted an event.

An event grand, an event beyond time.

And an event truly good.

But all was not good.

For as the Being had forged…

So had the Nothing.

He had formed extensions of Himself, none of them "true" creations.

And placed them into the Modalities, a measure of corruption.

In the Modality that was the Tree, He had placed eight forms.

The forms of chaos, embodied by eight entities.

The entities retaliated against the Tree and the Flower.

Their strength great enough to eradicate the Tree together, altogether.

For they had seen what they believed was the Nothing's intent.

To return All to Nothing.

They underwent a War.

A Grand War, beyond all that was, is and would be.

It lasted for time Immeasurable, its length unbound by the concepts themselves.

But the Flower would end it.

With Its unmatched power and might.

And Its sword that embodied the Dark.

With Its power and his sword,

He sealed the Nothing's agents.

Eternally trapping them in the Eternal Library, the Container of Worlds.

All were sealed for the Everlasting.

All but One.

He, called JÆJH, would form a realm.

He had initially not revolted against the Flower.

So he planned steadily.

Planning to free his Brethren,

And to enforce the Nothing's will.

Time in its Concept would continue to flow.

More within the Tree would form.

The Modality would expand its All.

And then, Time would truly begin.

Great events, Beginnings, would begin occurrence.

They would form the planes bound by vector and coordinate.

The dimensions.

Their hierarchy infinite.

Their number uncountable.

The Prime was a part of the Seed.

Dormant for time immemorial, now revitalized.

Within it, all the dimensions' possibilities.

From it, a chain would form.

A chain of branches.

Branches formed from expansion or divergence.

Branches of variety and similarity.

Processes would begin to occur within them.

The processes all important and of note.

The processes which would all lead to a common goal.

Life.

The Flower's intent reached, It allowed Life to thrive.

It allowed Life, to do as Life saw fit.

Life would grow, it would evolve.

Life would gain nous, would gain improvement.

Life would gain much knowledge, and find many a ways.

Ways of embetterment.

Ways of destruction.

Life would face trial and tribulation.

Life would encounter events of grandeur.

But Life would resist.

Life would adapt.

Life would create.

Life would expand.

Life, would prevail.

Then, Life would search for itself.

Searching worlds…

Searching dimensions…

And looking to look even above that…

But in such, Life was collective.

It was connected together, through its collective mind.

Now, Life continues to do so.

An act which pleases the Flower…

And he now looks to do yet again…

As he had done before…

The honoring and observation of Life…

THE END...?