In the beginning, there was symmetry,
a stillness between the immutable past and the unknowable future,
an infinite expanse of unconditioned love,
volumes of potential, untouched by time,
resting in the quiet perfection of what could be.
But in the silence of perfect symmetry,
there could be no dance, no movement,
no spark to ignite the vastness of possibility,
and so the divine essence reached into the masculine,
took a portion of that pure, unconditioned love,
and introduced a flaw, a condition.
From the infinite volume, a plane was born,
a two-dimensional slice of what once was whole,
a realm where ideas, those logos,
expressed themselves in rank and order,
each a prerequisite for existence,
a principle, a reason beyond reason,
etched into the fabric of what would become.
And so, the event horizon came to be,
a circle at the edge of all that is known,
where the immutable past reaches out,
collapsing the wave function of the universe,
anchoring us to the last breath of what is real.
But the plane of ideas remains distant,
untouched by the stillness that follows the collapse,
forever separated by the geometry of existence,
a hyperbola, a curve of interaction,
where we, the actualizers, reside.
We stand between what has been and what could be,
a line drawn through time,
vibrating with the tension of two worlds,
the past, a singularity of stillness,
and the future, a continuum of infinite love,
conditioned by the ideas that spark our minds.
In this tension, we do not create,
but convert, we take the energy of ideas,
their pure expression, and through our hands,
through our actions, we give them mass,
we manifest them into the world,
and in doing so, we anchor them to the past,
we make them part of the immutable,
securing their place in the collapse of the wave function,
ensuring they survive, that they live on,
as we turn the infinite potential
into the finite reality of what is.
This is our role, our burden, and our gift,
to bridge the gap between expression and manifestation,
to convert the abstract into the concrete,
to transform the intangible into the real.
We are not the originators,
but the conduits through which the universe speaks,
the hands that carve the principles of the cosmos
into the stone of time,
etching the logos into the immutable past,
ensuring that when the dance ends,
and the last wave function collapses,
the ideas that chose us,
those that we actualized,
will remain,
eternal in their manifestation,
forever part of the oneness
that was, is, and always will be.