Within one Word, there is all meaning, yet there is also none at all. That one Word is all and any Word – yet there exists one Unknowable Word that has these exact traits. One can hear it within any sentence and every song, for its all the one Word, the one Sentence, and the One Story. As it is known to me, it is what the ancient Northmen called Ginnungagap – the yawning void, an Oroboros of being and non-being.
Within that Unknowable Word, that Yawning Void, lies the shining shapes present within Mimirs Well. These are known to me, as what they were called by the ancients – Runes – each one separate and distinct but part of a single Whole. Each Rune having its own Essence and Meaning.
The great god Odin, (whose ravens are known as Hugin and Munin (Thought and Memory) primordial shaman and ever present wanderer over the liminal boundary between this World (Dumnos) and the Other (Andumnos) as well as the Nine whole worlds that exist within the realm of Life and Death, was the first being to ever realize and grasp ahold of these Runes. Hanging upon the great World Tree, Yggdrasil, Odin had pierced his side with his Spear Gungnir, and while he suffered for nine days and nine icy nights, he finally died and realized the Runes.
Runes – in their limited number and limited meanings – divide existence into more comprehensible parts. The letters I now use to form words, the sounds they make when spoken; each sound having its own sense that to which we attach meaning. This dual nature of existence – that its both void and all – cannot be comprehended without symbols for our consciousness to grasp hold of, dividing the All into the Many. This is both the problem and solution to consciousness – we are all separate individual consciousnesses on one level but ultimately one entire consciousness on another. We need symbols to be able to bridge the gap between our consciousnesses and when two consciousnesses are on the ‘same page’ a micro-version of unity with the primordial is found.
We – as consciousness – are Time. A single point in the universe can only perceive itself. A line can perceive itself, and the single points below it.
A sphere can perceive the lines and points that make it – yet none of these points, lines, or spheres can perceive change. They exist in the stagnant, ever present – Ginnungagap – the Yawning Void.
The initial blast that caused the universe to form – the exact beginning of Change – was the dawning of consciousness. Without one to perceive change, there can be no change. Without change, there is no Time. We – as consciousness – are Time?