000 - The Testament of the Un-Known
He Is (Ei-Nai),
the Future of its Past.
As well as the Past of His Future.
He thirsts
for Justice.
Silent,
and Resounding.
He communicates wordlessly,
as well as with words
together with his + People.
He fights.
He bends,
He does not break.
Un-Being,
among Beings.
Brimming with Life,
among the Alive.
His Audience,
is his Judge.
He is already condemned,
in Life.
Needs Space,
(piece of Time),
within Mankind,
to Wea-Ve
(to Sew here on Earth),
Stories.
The Thread of Writing He employs,
to Sew the Letters,
onto the Fabric of Humanity.
It is this very Threadthat will lead His fellow humans
out of the Bio-Labyrinth.
Every sentence He chooses to Write
expresses Him.
Because,
is the only thing that will remain in the Memory of People,
and there is no possibility of correction,
when it is his Sole Opportunity.
His Opus
has become Universal.
Time
has proven in the Past of the Future
His Offering to Humanity.
His Future
is His written Past,
inked with the Ink of His Soul.
His Trace,
will remain in the Memory of Humanity.
He was born,
to be Joyful, through Offering,
and to savor the After-Joy.
His Aims:
To dwell in Harmony,
in a state of Serenity,
within the Earthly Space.
To return
to the Original State in which He was created.
To the Goodness and the Beauty
of Eternal Life.
He resides
in a grave of Liberty.
He is covered,
with the soil of Silence.
Resting,
on the Throne of his Soul.
On a Stone Pencil Case.
A gift from his Soul,
for his Soul.
-Are you listening to me, my Soul?
Through the Flow of the Ink of his Soul,
He waters the Texture of the Dead Leaves of the Trees.
Instantly Life is created.
Images emerge from within the Pages
of His Work.
The images he creates,
It is always an Offering.
They generate Joy in the Souls
that long to savor every moment of Life.
Because they know
how immense a Gift it is.
The Images become Proofs
of His Future Existence.
Through the now Vivified Essence
of the Leaves,
of the Motionless Humans.
Future dead,
beneath the Soil,
yet at this very moment Alive,
in a Body.
Alive,in the labyrinthine Tomb of His Freedom,
He searches for the Lights of His Freedom.
Holding the Thread of Pure Teaching,
for His safe exit,
into the Light.
Here in the Past Present,
He leaves His Trace in the Future,
honoring the Unborn Dead.
He carves apart
the Frankenstein of our time,
hunting for remnants of Soul
within its stitched limbs.
He struggles
to break free from the bondage of the Arche/Principles,
and to roam unboundin the realm of Values.
To unify them into a single Alloy
of the Beautiful, the True and the Good.
For the seekers of the Pre-existent and Future Contemplative Vision,
for their entrance
into the Blazing Infinite.
Every Thought of His, one Word.
Every Word of His, one Attraction.
Every Attraction of His, one Moment.
He transforms the Moment into an Event.
The Event creates a new Memory.
The Memory
will fill the grave of Oblivion
and turn it into Remembrance!
And so forever,
He shall abide in the Ever-Present,
celebrating Mnemosyne.
Alexinor
The Protector
of Humans.
Yes.
This is His:
His Name = Being - Om - A
The Being chants Omand is the Other!
To whom does it address itself?
To the Souls of Humanity.
As well as to the Individuals
who have entered the process of Transformation
into true Humans.
It creates a P-Gate (P-Yli).
A Passage through Matter (Yli).
This is achieved,
with the P-en of his Soul.
The Portal towards the One (Pyli pros to Ena).
His inspiration comes from the EN (the One),
that is, from the ONE, which is not One,
but Three.
Three Letters,
the anagram of which,
gives us the NEWS (NEA).
He is duty-bound to transform them into Text,
for the Immortals.
As well as for the Unborn dead.
In the realm of Earth,
where his Memory shall dwell,
his Voice shall be engraved:
- Do not grieve,
it is simply that a random death overtook me.
- That is all, and ...
- Forgive me!
-My Souls!
- I am honored by the Boldness (Parrhesia) of your Presence,
and by the Fiery Essence (Pyrousia) of your Souls,
in my Life!
As the Journey of "Cup Stories" begins
to reach your Hearts,
I feel deep Gratitude for the People
who Inspired in me the Love for Creation.
I would like to thank my Teachers:
Nikolaos M.,
Anastasios Assimakopoulos (ENODON),
and Nikos Lygeros.
Through their Knowledge and Wisdom,
they laid the foundations for this literary Journey to commence.
Their influence is evident within the pages of the Book,
rendering it a mosaic of Inspirations
that connects us all.
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