Chapter 2:

Before the Beginning of Heaven’s Banquet and in the Centre of All That is

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Never has a man spoken in words. Never has a flamingo spoken to a human, combust and then ask about the weather. Never has the ordinary been ordinary. The question of questions that could be asked would not be answered, and with that answer there could be the chance of nothing changing at all. Could this be a question in its own right?

Above the chandelier; above the ceiling-less ceiling; and above the sky, and above the stars and the planets and the universe, an idea of something could be within the rationality of human thought. But with all that could be considered, and with all that will be considered, the idea of such being only summed up by the concept of concepts, and the concepts of concepts created by concepts, fuelled by thought—everything originates from something; but the origin of everything is a mystery. Before the world began or even the universe began, there had to be something to cause everything to exist. But there has not been a concept, will not be a concept and there is no concept for such a thing other than that this such thing was a beginning. But was it a beginning or the beginning, and if it was a beginning, were there more beginnings besides it? Could it be a true beginning if it starts from something? Is a beginning something that starts from nothing or something else? Is there a definitive, absolute concept for this? A concept for the reason for all that is, and all that will be, has been and then beyond even that? If anything can have an origin, can there also be an origin to an origin?

The centre of the universe is the universe itself. A fractal of a shape causes the shapes to form another shape, but despite all that it is not a shape anymore but a fractal; similarly, a flock of birds are made up of birds. A flock does not describe a bird, but it can describe a collation of birds. Culminating in such a collation are components. Each component has an origin, and for every individual bird, there is a birth to their being.

Which came first: the chicken or the egg? One could attempt to answer; yet there is no truth that can be accomplished, without twisting words or rules to accomplish a forged answer. Philosophise for all of time, and the only outcome would be to give up; but that is fine, and the opposite is fine, because it is what is.

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