In the end, there is one thing that can be said to be true. There is no earth, no matter, no reality, no existence. All is illusion, energy suspended in a matrix of temporary stasis vibrating The Word. Energy and matter are interchangible. Nothing is true for nothing really exists.
Yet we Are.
For there is one thing that does exist, even in the illusion of existence. There is knowlege, and its accumulation. The universe is learning about itself, puzzle by puzzle, as we play our little parts in crystalization and dissolution. There is something tangible to information in a way more permanent and real that matter or energy. Something eternal, that we can not fully grasp but a sense of, and yet are ever a part of it in myriad ways.
When we are not, it is. When passing beyond Tipheret and leaving the self behind, through this passage of the unknowable truth of existence do we pass. The Valley of Death, Chapel Perilous, The Abyss. Shadow to the light of Tipharet's Sun. Through it may we transcend and approach the divine.
Just as we may not truely know the Kingdom, we may not truely know the Divine. There is a space between us that seperates our existence from the absolutes in the Supernal realm. The closer one gets, the more evident this gulf is known. It is the space between the Name and the Thing, between the Map and the Territory. The paradox resolved only in death or enlightenment. To cross it is to be forever changed, to be lost within is to be lost forever.
Qlippoth: Daath is not a sepheroth. So, it has no shell. But if one were to seek an opposite, consider Lies. Not information, but untruth. To have tred unwisely and become trapped, or to mislead another in the same.
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