Apocrypha
From the "Textor Manuscript"
All cry out in praise, for the first ray of the ever rising words "I am"
from whence Euclidates came. Lo the Equilax, for it charges like a hare
upon a horse as a rider upon a desert plain! Know ye the Bowl of Saffron.
From it shall come law. Of it becomes Shanderlay! Ask who the law giver
is and ye shall hear "I am"--the very words the bore Euclidates!
Here now the cry of Shantih! Lo, how random chaos is the love of demons
and the bane of heaven. All beware of the siren song of sickly-sweat
unmitigated chaos. Beware its call. Aiii, find the fractal and it is
blest. For from the chaos came order, and that order was a fractal.
Simplistic harmony shall come there from. And it shall then be the
blest! Prais the Fractal domain of Euclidites. The order shall peer into
the chaos and the chaos shall blink!
Lo, for the Fractal becomes Shanerlay! It shall stand as a rock upon a
darkling hill, illuminating heaven and earth! Oh, the love of Euclidites,
for he shall do harm unto they whom have first done harm unto those whom
love him! It is the word of Euclidites!
From the "Book of Euclidites", Phase the Zek
Lo, Meta and Havoc came unto Euclidites. They wished for a moon.
Euclidites thought unto a thousand thoughts. It would symmetry, the moon
on the left and the coming sun on the right. Euclidites agreed and the
moon was thus created. The moon was Havoc, for itis destruction. the sun
was for Luminos to create for it brings life. Life and Death--oh the
Rhythym of Rye!
But Lo, Luminos had not been consulted and was to consider not making a
sun. Euclidites saw the situation as through the the fractal demesne
unto the void.
Thus Euclidites called the great council together. Order and discourse
were made. Lumnos expressed his sorrow for not being consulted.
Euclidites saw the error in this and said that no more moons would be
created by his hand and there would be one sun. Byron/Valentine/Keats
also stated the same. Thus Luminos created the sun. Creation was as it
became to be. Races of mortals were created, under the sun, under the
moon. Order came therefrom.
From the "Song of Shamen"
The Shamen wears his life on his head
When playing the flute with infinite thought
The demon arises as a snake from the void
The Sign of Euclidites shines, dread nought
Of the demon snake spits venom into the air
For the Eterne faith devours the serpent faught
Shantih!
A Koan from the "Textor Manuscript"
What reeds in the wind
That would break and die alone
Stand together strong?
