Let us not call upon the Muses. Recall only the moment: above the disorder, Chaos – blind, torn, and wild – waged war eternally in the womb of the night: a formless mass without eyes or boundaries.
The Spirit appeared. The burden of voids and the ocean of shadows… Wings ascended. Hearken: in the higher spheres, where thrones of pure emanations awaited the sign – God tipped the scales. On the first pan – Eternity and Number. On the second – the ash of black nothingness.
The abyss shuddered. Like a torn wound, the chasm yawned, clutching with claws of darkness at the fresh edges of being. The First Star erupted with a primordial cry, burning an unbearable scar upon the face of the void. A rebellion of light against eternal sleep – an anatomical rupture of living tissue.
And the Word struck! Like a collapse of glass heavens, the darkness was cleft asunder. In the vortex of matter, where flesh crushed its own essence and blood, and atoms clung together in a mortal embrace – the Crystal arose. It was not a ray – it was a spasm of Love, which, as a clot of flame in the core of the world, halted the decay.
The First of the Stars! The Eye of the Demiurge, which split the ether in two. Silver choirs, blinded by the radiance, covered their faces and choked on the psalm: “Beginning! Foundation of Spheres! O Light without end!”
Thus the circle began to spin. The first movement tore Time from non-being. The chasm retreated, violated by the majesty of fire. And above, where the ray of contemplation cuts the heights, there shone, motionless and holy – the Geometry of Eternal Order.