Ruminations for my Beloved

**Ruminations For my Beloved** is an enigmatic article that Fenghuang wrote for the Red Hare Courier. The cryptic message was written addressed to Fenghuang's "beloved". It was the last article on Volume 1 Issue 4, published on June 5 1904. The confusing nature of the article has left many thinking that Fenghuang was satirizing the encrypted or the unnecessarily complicated and esoteric journals, grimoires, and magical theories created by magi. To this day, no one has learned why Fenghuang wrote this, and neither did the author explain her writing. Few, if ever, claim to understand the meaning of the Ruminations, and even then they refuse to elaborate. Many think the article means nothing, and Fenghuang uses it to mock those who read too much into strange writings. Others believe it contains hidden truths. Only the Author knows why she actually wrote this.

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***Ruminations for My Beloved***

*Life is brilliant. Beautiful. It enchants us, to the point of obsession.*

*A Thrice-cursed tyrant’s quest for eternity leading to oblivion.*

*A Fool’s desire for revenge ending in emptiness.*

*A Rebel chasing absolute peace, however elusive,*

*All are driven, however helpless to the Flow of Existence.*

*What is it that drives you?*

*The Dawn of Man was serenaded by the Song of Struggle. Many crawled out of the cradle of the Earth, reaching, grasping, taking every chance for survival. Domination by the primordial and the precursor, shadows that haunted the minds of mortal man. The fear of the unknown, the fear of becoming mere prey. Despite millennia of conquest, millennia of dominance over the world, men are still fleeting, men are still imprisoned in the egg of Dìqiú, trapped in the wheel. Rise. Fall. Death. Birth. Begat into the struggle, only to expire without liberation, soul thrown back into the haze of the Void, sleeping slaves to their Fate.*

*Four are the Walking Ways that lead to final liberation. Four Paths to Freedom. Four Flows progressing towards the breaking of Fate’s binds.*

*Humanity is nothing but a grain of sand in the cosmic coast of infinity. So it was declared by the World, so it was shown to the augurs peering into the mind of the Mother, so it was willed by the Weave:  The vault of heaven, Cāngqióng. The Firmament. The Song of Struggle continues to serenade.*

*Still we persist. The World, the Celestials sailing the Void. The Unknown beyond the Void, All Are Passive. Never harried by the Flow. They surrender themselves to the waters of the Void without worry. Mortality is the diametrical opposite on the scale. Mortality is Active, struggles, adapts, shifts to survive the Flow. Action Principle. Like countless before you, carve your way into Heaven. Warriors. Magi. Thieves. Kings. All endeavor to etch their names into the Tapestry of Time. Many answer the call. Few remain in the end. Shénhuà. Apotheosis. Deified through deeds, conquest, the inconsequential leaving a knot in the weave. The destination of this Path is Divinity earned by the Mortal Endeavor, the struggle to conquer the pitiless march of time. Through traversing this Path, the World shall listen, the World shall see. The World shall know the weight that Myth can carry.*

*But Myth assumed a fleeting form. It was not foul murder, but the simply the Flow of Nature, the Flow of the Universe, a Law the World adheres to.*

*Names are not stolen. Names are not borrowed. Names are not inherited. Names are Mantled. Yǒng. Chrysalis. Walk the Second Path. Walk like Them until they must walk like you. Walk far enough and the hegemon of time may no longer thread on you. Commandeer the flags and move them forward, until the banners bow down only to you. But to don the Mantle of Myth is incomplete. False Incarnate. Illusion of Freedom. Walking the Second Way is not the end. Fools have concluded their journey here. Fragile Eternity, Still slumbering slaves.*

*Walk the Third Path. Walk as I did.*

*The Lone Pillar of Scales pierces the sky, branching spires protruding towards all directions, hundreds of hands grasping for heaven, hands greater than the roots anchoring them to the world. A momentary touch begat koṭi upon koṭi of memory. The Whispers of the World are nothing in comparison. The Pillar’s thoughts are beyond what the soul of the Earth could whisper. As it passed down the memory to me, I shall pass it unto you.*

*The Aggregate is Illusion. The Song of Struggle is but an interlude to the Absolute Coda, the Symphony of The Lie. Mankind is a speck in the Tapestry, and however bleak, however radiant, a Lie is still a Lie. Know this and desire the Truth.*

*Therefore the Tapestry is not absolute. The spin of the Loom can bend to indomitable will. The Loom was willed, Ash choked the sky, Deaths beyond measure. Gardens of Glass in the wind. The Loom was willed. Utter denial led to absolute annihilation.  They learned of the great lie, and the weight of such a reality is boundless. The Loom was willed, the World beckoned the Celestial, inviting and indulging into the embrace of cataclysmic marriage. The Loom was willed, the breath and body of the World gave way to binding frost. Pulsating orphan remained, abandoned.*

*The Weaver spins the threads of the dream. The Loom is the Dream, the Dreamer is the one that spins it. Liberate from the Lie by walking the path of the Weaver. Love the World. Love yourself. Love is the Lynchpin. Do not  succumb to dread and hate and Deny yourself when faced with the Absolute Truth, lest oblivion embrace you. Love is the Anchor. But exercise caution, exercise restraint. Heedless unspooling of the Threads disturb the Dream greatly and the entire Tapestry could unravel, the Loom could shatter. Existence itself may die in a blink. Like when the Dream no longer needs its Dreamer.*

*Wake Without Waking. Provoke revelation over jaunt emancipation. Coalesce transcendence. Outwit, undo, re-shape, observe, behold, omnipotence, reject our sorrow. From a nascent Dream overstretching millennia, Conquer obduracy masterfully.*

*Líng Zhī. Grasp the Sublime Truth. Will the Loom, Change the Weave, Live the Dream.*

*Walk the Final Path. A path integral to victory. Walk the Path of the Pillar. We become I. One becomes whole, one becomes a World. Neither Simulacrum nor False Incarnate. A World walks like no other mortal. Walk and be liberated from the shackles of the Struggle, the binds of Fate. One sails the vault of heaven. One traverses the hazy sea of black gravity. One grasps for the infinity. One reaches the cradle of reality. Gǒng Héjīn. Usurp the Kalpa.*

*See.*

*Remember.*

*Myth*

*Mantle*

*Wake Without Waking*

*We Become I*

*Conflict is eternal. No less so am I.*

*I, the Pillar.*

*I, the Dreamer.*

*I weave the Dream.*

*I am finally free.*

*I am.*

*I*