Born out of the wordless Word, words crawl, walk, run, take flight, gambol playfully, joyfully. Toying with Truth, they can never grasp it, but only gaze in awe and wonder.
Silence births cosmic laughter.
Stillness births action.
Emptiness births fullness.
Infinity and Eternity birth spacetime.
No-thing births all things.
That which can never be perceived births all perception.
And That knows Its Self through all It gives birth to, rejoicing in Its offspring.
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