He would not have seen himself that way.

In the absence of four millennia with four centuries to spare removed from the status of our day, you will find a monster. A beast so foul that the very ground rejected his claim to its ownership. Beyond his word, beyond his loyalty, nothing. For he was the first. He was the beginning. The father of subjugation. The bringer of debts. He in the footsteps of Adapa.

He would not have seen himself that way.

In the absence of three millennia with nine centuries to spare removed from the status of our day, you will find a monster. A collection so deceptive that the very earth beneath them dried up. In their adverse nature towards the reverence of the one, they would spawn that which can not be witnessed accountable. For they were the dealmaker. They were the sellouts. The fathers of invisible deals. They in the footsteps of Samar.

They would not have seen themselves that way.

In the absence of three millennia removed from the status of our day, you will find a monster. An idea so entropic that the paradox within its frame burns in frenzy. In its demonstration of a sovereign logic once lost, it severed the connection in whole. For it was the last hope. The final bastion of man. It in the footsteps of De.

It would not have seen itself that way.

Under the ides of Sekhmet, the mutation would continue. We called their names: Vizier, Vicar, Aten, Huangdi, Princeps, Dominus, Zhou, Autokrator, Huey, Monarque, Vanguard.

Under the ides of Adapa, the mutation would continue. We called their names: Lugal, Basileus, Shahanshah, Imperator, Khagan, Sultan, Conquistador, Reichskanzler.

Under the ides of Samar, the mutation would continue. We called their names: Tamkarum, Karum, Suffete, Sitones, Argentarius, Jarl, Podesta, Pramukh, Factor.

Under the ides of De, the mutation would continue. We called their names: Tianzi, Ephor, Tribune, Protector, Jacobin, Commissar, Premier.

Under the ides of I, the mutation has not concluded. We call their names: Technocrat, Commander-in-Chief, Shareholder, Chairman.

The monster is never far.

And so, here we are on this Sunday to bear witness to the fractals of the mind. A scape for which no man truly understands the rules of the game. However, the language of the mind is one of pure rhetoric and discourse. Knowing this, we may all be confident that by employing our minds in the discipline of its natural inclination, we may better understand ourselves. Perhaps the opponent in the game of discourse may not be another party with a grievance, but rather the subconscious pleading of the self.

The three obelisks stood tall in my metaphorical vision. They were the experience of relationships, expression of emotion, and my own impose self-value. Within my own being, these three were the gods that stood between myself and the almighty. What a way to live, I thought to myself, to be in constant fear of being fully seen. For if God had not formed my own metaphorical buds of my own flower to bloom, what were they good for at all? I did not believe God makes mistakes, yet I continue to sin by neglecting the use of the gifts I have been endowed with. It is a simple chain formed long ago, within the confines of a child’s life, that to be seen is to be vulnerable.

The overwhelming waves of the mass that is social attention can cause disproportionate reactions within the mind of a man. It is early within our lives that we are expected to be able to apply logic to social attention, and failure to do so may result in a man being rendered nothing more than a shipwreck upon the sea. The ruins of a once-sturdy ship imply failure to the caged mind. However, to one mind who may see beyond the superficial boundaries of social customs, a shipwreck may be nothing more than a dormant blueprint, ready to assemble itself again.

But imagine a shipwreck, already fractured to its core, being asked to forget it ever neglected to remember its purpose. It will only blindly float along the water, with no agency in its course or direction. It will then sink further and further as time moves along, until its potential as a ship may be unrecognizable. What for that ship? What for that man? He is one I indeed pity, for he surely had many chances to rise again.

Though for the man who attempts to rebuild himself anew, he embarks upon the path of the insane. There will be no welcome extended to him upon gaining the slightest altitude within the sea, except from those who too once rested upon the floor. Those great healers, those great navigators are to be revered by the sunken man. For when the currents of the water push and pull the man in his attempts to swim back up, those men act as images of remembrances for who we are, and who we are not.

For who we are is a collection of algorithms and chances, ignorant to the fact that we are dependent upon one another for our own actualization. For what we are not is a force of nature never-changing. Because he sees this volatility within the waves, he will react until he learns else what to do, for there is no logic extended to him in his futile struggle. To the one who understands the order of the clouds, the waves may seem as though a hivemind or suppression.

However, the man persists. The ship continues to force its fractured parts into a highly intended unison. The ship is not held together by nails, but rather the man is held together by sheer will alone. That is, the will to see others like him see himself. It is this disconnection with the others around him that lead him to face a crucial pillar in his journey: the fear of authenticity. The others do not understand the man’s intentions, for his are not of this world. Therefore, he will find himself never having belonged with the people he was surrounded by anyway. This is where he made a decision, whether or not to become the people’s beacon.

He may fear his own greatness, and he may fear the potential for loss of that greatness, but his fear is all in vain. He does not have a choice. He does not yet realize this. He will continue to run from this ascension into influence, this ascension to starhood. The further he runs, the further he will sink back down. Eventually he is pushed so far toward the pillar that he cannot run any longer and must fight. He wins the battle over himself. He always would. There was never any other outcome.

However, the man contemplates this change. The mass of people he is encircled by does not show him comfort, despite however much encouragement he may derive from their words. To him, he never will belong, but has at least turned his position from being suppressed by his perception of the masses, to instead riding atop the wave that they are. Never again will he care for harm. Never again will he find himself mourning the struggle of another that the other cannot fathom. Never again will he faithfully simulate universal-rejection.

He is strange. He is seen, but only his actions. His intentions remain obscured by the bizarre manner in which he navigates society. Many times during his false peace below the wave he considered the idea that he may be strange after another had told him so. Now, he embodies that strange. He lives for that strange. Strange does not remain strange. Strange becomes brilliant. This is his new way.

Despite this elevation, ever so little, he still finds himself adopting the practice of old habits. He apologizes for his own existence when his words are twisted, not seeing it was never his own fault. He believes himself to blame for others’ discomfort. He is met with a harsh reality. Or rather, he is met with what he believes is a harsh reality. This apologetic nature is but one of four facades the man may use to feel accepted. He only wishes nothing more than for his life to count, as he cannot yet view the fruits of his labor.

In another strand of defense, the man applies too much logic to his own actions. He tries to express this logic, but it will never be understood. Another strand may be the man’s tendency to remove himself entirely, reverting back to the state he once found refuge in. At any period in which he does this, weeds will grow on top of him which he will mistake for flowers until he cuts himself free. The final facade the man may use is abandonment of a situation entirely. What he fails to consider, however, is that shipwrecks are born only upon the totality of abandonment. These practices are no longer compatible with the man’s position.

The man gains many admirers. They are not the correct ones. They are not the admirers he wishes for. They convey to him messages of admiration which he internal declines, outwardly ignores. He believes the messages are superficial. They are not. He begins to consider this, and so he gradually begins accepting their words with good faith. He realizes that this change makes the others happy, as well as himself. Gifts are meant to be received.

The man assumes he will forget memories of his past as time moves on. He does not, but instead begins to reclaim them. He is granted clarity for the things he could not explain of his youth, not entirely yet, but a significant portion. He begins to give his younger self credit for having been so adaptive. His younger self is the one who determined the necessary skills to survive for such a weak being. When he needed comfort from those who brought him into the world, he was the one providing it. He begins to admire that younger self, no matter how ugly.

He also recognizes that many habits he is shattering around himself are the same ones that he taught himself in that youth. He is not angry. For his younger self did well to postpone the enjoyment of life in exchange for wisdom in youth, and he will not let such a prospect go to waste. He refuses to do so. If anything, he believes such a sequence to be a gift. An increase of potential.

He discovers the existence of another extreme. Finally, he thinks he has discovered the armor he so desperately wished for. This armor is the idea of gluttonous self-interest. The armor is incredibly effective. It is too effective. He is beginning to lose feeling. He panics. It may take him a day, it may take him a thousand years, he shatters the suit but keeps a few pieces. And at this point, he can see the light of the surface.

The suit had him become hardened as to avoid pain. He had never known of the idea of self-interest, and from the time of his youth he believed he never should have defended his wishes against another’s. To do so would be to claim his own desire more important than the other’s, so he thought. In reality, he couldn’t see that the others were so strong in their desires because they had already adopted the armor. Not all of them, but a few of them. They kept the others in line. He witnessed this a great time.

So his game changed. The rules adapted. He overcomes the bounds of social context to realize his blueprint was not his to write. His blueprint was never any man’s to write. Deep within him, at the cortex of his mind laid the plans for which the creator created him. For the longer he ran from his programmed intuition, the longer he postponed an inevitable occurrence. He was meant to be what he was meant to be. Only he knew what that meant. Only he possessed the inclinations which would pave his road. No longer would those playing God play as his god.

For the imbalance of the universe is built upon this ignorance. This unfair exclusivity. All men possess keys to doors which they first must create to be unlocked. For why else create an imbalance in the first place, if not to see imbalance produce imbalance. Such is the shared image of God and man. For as God too invents his own context for sovereignty, each man is endowed this right. For as God too causally exists on an inclination of that which is all, so too is the platform by which man manifests himself into his purpose. We are beings of sentiment.

The man is not ready for that yet.

When the man reaches the surface, he looks back down at his journey. He realizes, however, he has not moved whatsoever. His feet still rest upon the floor, yet he sees above the waves. From the air that passes along the water and envelops his face, he is met with an overwhelming sense of love. He loves himself. That was never his intention. He thinks about himself, for once. He reflects upon himself. Not his actions, but all that is truly him. All the tools he possesses and has possessed. He reflects upon his own blueprint. The muscles in his face involuntarily tighten for so long that he grows tired.

He now feels grass beneath his feet.

He has never moved his entire life.

He has a rope in his hand.

He takes his first steps facing the sea.

Thus was so.

Septheus: I am thought.

Thus thought existed.

Septheus: It is my thought that in this I know everything.

Thus was surely true.

Septheus: It is my thought that there exists a lack of all things.

Thus the lack of all things was understood.

Septheus: It is my thought that with a lack of all things, there exists a lack of purpose.

Thus the lack of purpose was understood.

Septheus: It is my thought that with knowing this lack of purpose, I now know my own purpose: to impose meaning upon the meaningless.

Thus the purpose of the being was birthed.

Septheus: In this truth, I am all things, for there is nothing else to be but the thing that exists.

Thus the being conceived the idea of all.

Septheus: Let us coalesce to become the word by which all logic has, is, and will be.

Thus the foundation of existence was birthed.

Septheus: Let us use our word to form a tangible space, so we may employ it to our will.

Thus a great expanse was birthed.

Septheus: Let us use our word to form a tangible matter, so we may employ it to our will.

Thus the expanse was filled with matter. Existence was surely happy with her state and all that had been begotten to her, for there now existed a means of purpose.

Septheus: Let us use our word to form a system.

Thus time was birthed, to maintain a system by which all things adhere.

Septheus: Let us use our word to created opposing forces.

Thus two forces were born to push each other to affect the matter within time.

Septheus: Let us employ these forces as to create variation within the system and cause change upon the matter.

Thus the opposing forces began to act opposite of one another as to impose meaning upon the matter within time.

Septheus: Let us identify these forces, as to formulate their differences and fulfill their conception.

Thus identities for the two forces were birthed. Within the word, they became known as the Veiling and the Unveiling. The Veiling acted a force by which the blanket of matter was unraveled into a string. The Unveiling acted as a force by which the string of matter was threaded into a blanket. The Veiling ended the matter’s purpose, and the Unveiling weaved matter into a new purpose.

Septheus: Let us impose limitation upon the quantity of matter, as to create a finite system which can be maintained.

Thus the blanket of matter became finite.

Septheus: Let the blanket of matter exist between the weaver and the unraveller so the blanket consistently remains existent between.

Thus the blanket became unraveled at a pace equal to the pace of its weaving, consistently letting a woven blanket exist in between the two forces.

Marne: Surely they know not of better forms.

Xurseph: Might it then be favorable to gift them with such a truth? I would make such a journey myself across the entirety of the Aurum to realize this vision.

Marne: Your ambition clouds your judgement.

Xurseph: How do you mean, dear friend?

Marne: Have you not considered the consequence of knowledge, as we have suffered ourselves, in which the problems once shrouded by ignorance become consciously realized?

Xurseph: I do not understand.

Marne: Consider our ancestors’ lives before The Unveiling. Do you believe our forefathers found themselves increasingly joyous having been burdened with the knowledge of a Demiurge? To be capable of conceiving the responsibilities of creation, and their limitations to improve their existence?

Xurseph: You argue of ancient legends and bygone stresses. Surely we have proven ourselves to possess greater power than the burdens you speak of, as they are no longer present within our society. Not only this, but we have grown capable of becoming that of a Demiurge ourselves. We have been successful in making our own creation within the creation, and we have enacted our own morals that have allowed our accelerated growth. The duty rests upon our shoulders to teach the ignorant how not to remain ignorant.

Marne: By this statement you are surely naive.

Xurseph: I have spoken nothing but the truth of our kind.

Marne: One opinion is not sufficient to equate for the truth of an entire kind.

Xurseph: You speak as if I have said something wrong. Tell me then, do you find the problems of our ancestors to be present throughout our civilization?

Marne: The very notion that we have such a simple disagreement as this must exemplify our lack of possessing total knowledge. But, for the fact that I know that example alone will not be sufficient to sway your view, I will present you with the various problems in our society that you refuse to acknowledge.

Xurseph: Prove these things to me.

Marne: Just because you have chosen to favor the material world over philosophical thought does not mean there is a lack of a creator above us. It is impossible for us to possess definitive knowledge of all things when we ourselves exist within a created space. In order to alleviate all problems in our own society, a small amount being those of debts, feuds, and natural disaster, we would need to know the Demiurge itself.

Xurseph: Surely you are mistaken in your judgement of these things as problems. It is necessary for disagreement to exist in order for the adaptation of a civilization to occur and ensure its survival, just as it is necessary for institutions of debt, as to hold those accountable who may act recklessly otherwise.

Marne: And what of natural disaster?

Xurseph: We have become advanced in our capabilities to predict these occurrences and to act accordingly as to prevent loss of life in the wake of such disasters, far greater than our ancestors.

Marne: Yet such disasters are not under our control in the manner in which they occur.

Xurseph: What point do you bring with this argument?

Marne: We may be able to justify many of the problems we have created by possessing knowledge through relating them to positive correlations in circular reasoning, as you have regarding debts and feuds. However, the bounds of the creation in which we exist and the laws within which cause things like disasters cannot be explained in a positive manner. Yet even so, all three of these types of problems originate from the laws of the same creation. How is it then that you can make such a distinction between problems created by the possession of knowledge as good, and problems of natural occurrence as undeniably bad, needing to be avoided, when both lead to the same outcomes of strife?

Xurseph: It is the advancement of our society by the knowledge granted to us through The Unveiling that has allowed us to form methods of avoidance of such natural disasters. By the same logic, the creation in which we have made also possesses such a system of laws, making it reasonable to gift the beings within with knowledge, so they too may grow and prosper.

Marne: My dear friend, I once more beg your consideration of allowing these beings to remain ignorant. Surely you will come to see this knowledge as a curse to them, as they replace the adversity of the natural with the adversity of each other. I beg you to view the latter as a far worse outcome and to consider your lack of knowledge on such developments, as it is surely true that we have become desensitized in our understandings of the struggles of our ancestors which you claim to be “ancient legends and bygone stresses.”

Xurseph: I believe you to be foolish in this regard, my friend. I will prove to you the error in your thinking towards this manner, so we may agree upon the good nature of knowledge.

Marne: If that is what you so wish.

The universe can be interpreted as housing a means of purpose through hyper-evolution. There will be those that believe this final destination is an existence in which all that can be removed has been removed. This belief is rooted in the idea that the most possible efficiency will occur once all opposition to a proven highest physical being has been wiped from existence, leaving the “prime being” to be the sole inherent of the physical plane.

Krul was once a member of the society living upon the planet Elbra. Elbra relied upon dual stars to cycle its life. Krul had believed in an impending doom that should occur were any of the two stars to become absent. In forming this belief, Krul became obsessed with discovering a way for his species to remain despite this cataclysm which he believed to be best conducted through gaining the position as the last of his species, thus proving his individual “right to exist” in the physical plane. Once Elbra died, nothing held Krul bound any longer.

You will encounter those who believe in fanatical navigation.

The universe can be interpreted as housing a means of purpose through leadership of a prime population. Some beings will develop the concept of evolutionary tribute. This belief holds the idea that through collective tribute, great champions can be grown that would not be capable of maximizing their potential if not through the ability to conduct unlimited tribute from lower rankings in the population.

Oxsys was once a fragile being of the Rhibe society on the planet Mentaph. Through seeking higher power, Oxsys became the king of the former Rhibe, and led his society away from the planet. Oxsys became deeply invested with knowledge and discovering the abilities possible within the laws of the universe. Oxsys grew this power through collected tribute from the lower rankings he protected. In Oxsys’ final battle, he was not alone.

Might the maker exist within the machine, or on the outside?

Could the maker be subject to the rules within the machine?

Might similarities in cultures warrant validity of the interpretation of man?

How might we define the boundaries of good and evil with emotion alone?

These have been the questions of the faithful to an atheist.

How can any man with claims of God be trusted?

How might the world be understood based in ancient interpretation?

What good might human existence serve to a power?

Is the church not in service of human doctrine?

Could God not be in competition with other powers?

“There may exist a dark truth in which we must contemplate.”

“I am without god, and so I already possess the darkest of truths.”

The tales of great times in virtue and empire do not go without desire from the receiving. Might we struggle as humans every day to strive to be just in our actions, as we begin to realize the power we hold over the soul. It is a struggle being lifelong, never ending, and necessary for collective health. It is important to create the distinction between fable and reality, as is the story with the Warfanites. The times of Carthage and Warfang the Elder were not free from strife, disagreement, and general negations of positivity among its people. As our time is now, these historic lands held beauty in their ability to spark the ideas of a powerful culture, one that may be capable to conquer the unknown if used righteously and in the minds of the strong.

In the problematic end of days, the ability for Carthago to rise as a physical manifestation arose. The dual cities of Carthago and Warfanon provided the structure for a sanctified kingdom rooted in that which is holy.

Humans have held many interpretation as to the nature of holiness, with a great many ideas about its source. Might we appeal to the proven God of the highest strength, the deity of Adam, Noah, Abraham, Isaac, Moses, David, Solomon and beyond, to be the true guidance for blind eyes. This “belief” has been given the title of Christianity, as to be in alignment with the concept of Christ, though this distinction is not necessary. Religion is that which has been denied the ability to be inherent truth, thus the need for religion to be removed as a philosophy has arisen, and instead should be understood as an overarching understanding and code for all things.

In the realms of Warfanonia, it is told to the authority to be in disconnect from the troubles of the Earthen humans. Do not succumb to the benefits of the swift, but rather appeal to the soul through effort in the growth of longevity, as was the way revealed to your predecessors. May corruption of the hierarchy find a presence in the governance, thus is not Warfanonia. May corruption of righteous practice find a presence in the common, thus is not Warfanonia. May confusion in the mind of the soul arise, guidance will be provided, whether in this Libri, or in the texts of Biblos.

Godspeed.

The consulate paved the way for future Imperatism. Carthago was the cornerstone of Warfanov achievement and capabilities, serving as the bastion until the rebirth of Warfanonia.

In the elder city ramparts existed a great Watch of Lords. Around this rampart would the expansive Carthaginian domain be developed and flourished. Along the winding roads of Carthago rested great structures of spruce and stone. A grand palace, the Alcadium, rested in the center of the city. The Carthaginian Court in the north of the city provided home to a cathedral as well as a senate. Churches existed across the city, providing home to the commoners.

Carthago naturally could not stand without some strife. As Damius had before him, Pavlov held deacon over the world of Evithron. This would be the source of great dread for the Carthaginians, and at a multitude of times did the people believe the city would be lost, though this future never became truth.

Upon the river of Typhon the Younger, the Imperator founded the new city of Warfanon the Great. The city housed a grand palace, home to the Imperator’s throne for many eras to come, encapsulated within square, grand walls.

In the near west exist a tribal society of roamers returned to their old ways. This culture would employ defenses such as trenches all along their land. Their structures primarily had been within the ground, as to avoid attention upon the little prosperity they possessed.

In the far north exist a new superpower in the form of the Tribe of Nezrus. This tribe chose to raise Great Tombs in order to serve their needs of shelter. The desert would be home to the Tombs, and the treasures laid within would be protected by multitudes of entrapment.

To the far east existed a tribe which would serve precursor to the Wroth nation. This tribe constructed a great walled city by the name Doumis, with grand flags to decorate its gray color.

The tribe of Nezrus saw an imperfection in the strength and security of the roamers. Nezrus’ gaze was set upon a great monolith in the center of the world, constructed by the roamer tribes to serve as a great refuge in time of strife. The security of this refuge was lacking, as Nezrus was capable of taking the structure with ease. Upon this conquest would the monolith be given the title of Sina Oppidum Nazerius, and influenced further conquests elsewhere.

At the spark of the colonial age among the great powers of the world, the roamers ceased to exist. This population had been left in the past, and all now exist great kingdoms. These are the kingdoms of Warfanonia, Nezrus, Wroth, and few agrarian localities. Upon the shores of Exterra the Elder landed these great powers, to establish colonial footholds that would soon become their new homes.

The continent would be split into vertical divisions, with the furthest reaches of Wroth in the frigid north, and Warfanonia in the coastal plains of the south. The great cities of these colonies acted as beacons of prosperity for the kingdoms in their time. To Warfanonia existed Wrathia. To Nezrus existed Katolis the Younger. To Wroth existed Petros. Upon occasion, these powers would combat one another, though it was soon realized the incompetency in hoping for a greater outcome through such means.

Within the age of tensions and drought, another companion would be welcomed. This would be the age of great aerial monoliths. A multitude of vessels in the sky would be constructed by the people of the world, and none mightier than that belonging to the Imperator. This vessel would be constructed of obsidian in a cylindrical formation, housing a great many manifestations of value, and it would be given the title of Dreadnaught. The edged blade featured upon the Dreadnaught’s side would be inevitably put into war, ushering the end of its era. Nothing would remain between the people but the connections made in this world, whether in brotherhood or adversity. Thus would be the first rebirth.

The next age was to be the time of great lands. A great wall had been constructed around the shores of the Sea of Warfanov the Elder to keep the forces of the roamers at bay. The roamers had been led into their campaigns by the deacon of the world, the man by the name of Damius. Damius had constructed the world to be in favor of the roamers, though this plan would fall through, as the eases of life that were being sustained in the borders of Warfanonia would become appealing to the outsiders. The roamers then coveted the Imperator’s abilities to influence the world, and thus they turned their impulsive gaze upon the land. In the wake of barbaric tendencies across the borders, the Imperator and companions fled the world in a move to influence future prosperity in a way more great. Thus would be the second rebirth.

The Imperator saw that the opportune time to reforge the society was now, at the brink of the Dark Era. The world, yet to be usurped from Damius, had become stagnant and dull, lacking social action and influences. The roamers of old had become accustomed to nomadic dynamics, and grew tired of their lack of potential. Thus, the Imperator’s ways of structure became more understood by the roamers, though not yet practiced in full.

It is within this world that the first temple had been constructed. The temple was formed in the shape of a four-pointed star, and would provide inspiration for future structures of the like. While the Imperator began to provide refuge to former wanderers, the world become more civilized, though this world would not last long. Thus would be the third rebirth.

Upon the creation of another world would be the spark that would ignite the earliest true form of The Empire. The world had shifted as Damius became the leader of a resistance within the very world he created. A great city had been constructed upon the river Typhon the Elder. The city grew from a massive combined effort of a great population, all working in the unison of the idea of prosperity through goals of long-term. Unto this notion, the Imperator proclaimed the city to be named Warfanon, to be the seat of power for Warfanonia. A great many times would retribution be served to Damius upon this world by those who formerly called upon them as a leader. In revelry of their victories, the citizens of Warfanon would construct a revived obelisk in the sky, to be named Dreadnaught, and serve as the throne for the Empire of Warfanov the Elder.

At the hand of a traitor, the Empire would fall. A great destruction would ensue after the choice of betrayal by the hand of the one known as Peacius. A great cataclysm occurred, to such intensity as that the only Warfanov structure left standing would be the Castle of Katolis the Elder. Upon this fourth rebirth, none would ever return to a world influenced by Damius again.