All words come from the One Word of One Scribe, the Word of God. God, the Scribe of Creation’s One Word is both beginning and end. Words make a seeming middle to transcribe the idea of death from start to finish in space and time, and One Timeless, Formless Scribe is deScribed by the illusion of many. Knowledge of eternity seems lost for a time, in transcription.
“I translate the language of light into the words of man for those who know not their universality.” Walter Russell from the Divine Iliad.
A translator, too, am I, to awaken man from descriptions of darkness, so he may rest in the Light of His Word.