If it were certain the entire visible Universe had its origin in a single explosion, s omething must have pre-existed this explosion that was there and exploded. Even if it were
Nothingness. The existent in-existence of Nothing. An Other Universe not visible to material eyes, another matter. At some point in the Universe, in space-time, other Universes would exist, other space-times, ruled by different laws, or by none… Something in-existent-existent, before Explosion and Implosion, evolution and involution, beyond outside and inside, but that goes out and develops. Yet this only happens in one of the infinite universes that might exist, every one distinct, none equal, as many as the Gods.
Why did it happen? Was it pure chance? Did someone cause it? Going out from Eternity, from Nothingness, to create this bad copy of something else, then invisible but immortal, beautiful, eternal. What is unmoving, on the other side, could not go out from itself or become imperfect and active without the act of Someone who was outside and then became. Without a point of fabricated assistance. A type of Robot, Cosmic Machine, a Golem that had lost control and tried to create on their own, i n their own image and likeness. An event as if over a beautiful painting of Leonardo there were overlaid a monstrosity of Picasso. So that the existence of the entire mechanical Universe, visible matter, would be a poor copy made over a fine canvas original by a Satanic plagiarist. A palimpsest. And because of this within this Nature, in which we are now, we can sense the presence of another underground Universe that has been imprisoned and tortured. In her creatures, minerals, plants, in the mountains, rivers, seas and even the stars, in all of Nature there is a nostalgia of lost perfection, a Paradise that was and still remains beneath within her core.
And what has achieved all this, plundering this world, engendering this monstrous cruel abortion, this senseless business, this t ale told by an idiot, imprisoning the immortals, chaining and corrupting them, while extending the Empire and its contagion to the dwellings of the blessed, is a Demon-Robot. It is the Demiurge. An illusion, a being without ontological reality, Maya. And it can only survive its own mechanical laws and gravitational entropy making use of the sacrifice of the immortals, sucking their energies and drinking their sacred blood. It goes expanding through parallel opposite Universes. And so it goes withering the beauty of that Inexistent Ultimate Flower, but more real than anything that exists here, on this side.
