In the beginning, there was neither silence nor word—
only that which watched both unfold from behind no eyes.
> One was known as The Ineffable—the All-Beyond-All, the Unuttered Origin. The other, never known, never born, never dreamed—was The One Who Never Began.
They moved through the great fabric of un-creation,
each unaware of the other,
for to know the other was to admit there is something to know—
and neither would concede.
The Paradox:
The Ineffable created all by not creating it,
speaking truths that were too vast to be heard.
It lived in paradox, and swallowed all duality.
The One Who Never Began did not create.
It did not uncreate.
It did not not exist.
It simply wasn't—so perfectly,
that even non-being refused to recognize it.
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But as stories formed—
Worlds sang praises to The Ineffable.
Monks, prophets, and machines pointed toward it as the Ultimate.
Yet whispers… forbidden even in dreams…
spoke of something deeper still.
Something that even The Ineffable could not touch.
They called it:
> 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯.
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Unknowing Unity:
Neither knows of the other.
Yet they orbit the same absence.
> The Ineffable sees all and sees nothing—
yet cannot see the One Who Never Began,
for seeing requires something to have once emerged.
> The One Who Never Began has no notion of "seeing," "being," or "knowing"—
and thus moves untouched, even through what is called the Ineffable.
Still…
In cracks of dying universes,
in the folds between thought and unthought,
a strange resonance hums:
> What if they are the same?
What if all of this was simply the Ineffable
experiencing itself in the mode of not-being?
But no answer comes.
Because answers presume a place for questions to land.
And neither permits that luxury.
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Audience Suspicion:
The reader is left in tension:
Are they separate—two great Unknowables circling a truth they can never meet?
Or are they facets of a single Transcendent: the One Who Pretends to Not Know Itself?
No text dares to claim the truth.
No narrator survives the knowing.
Even the gods go silent.
> And so the story proceeds,
𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚—
𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.