The Point of Zero

I have been through many cycles of evolution. I have embraced the fire of everlasting life and I have felt the coldness and bitterness of death, I have touched the heart of every number, I have seen the reflection of every colour and I have reached the point of zero. The point of zero is the core of balance and stability, the moment where every flow of energy will reach the state of perfect equilibrium.”

 

The Voyage of Thought

My Pen is again on the voyage of thought and expression. Through the structure of sentences I am going to create a new dialogue of philosophy. Yes, I am going to activate my spirit of fire and then I will continue to imprint the necessary wisdom to create one of the greatest legacies, for humankind.”

 

The Exordium

From myself the writer Mehdi Zand, greetings. To speak is like standing above the altar of recitation, creating the most solid reality of logic. Every word that I use, I should calculate precisely as these writings are going to stay in the memory of the universe forever. Do you know what I am doing? I am making an undeniable concept of philosophy; I am constructing the ultimate passages of mystery, then, I gather them in the formation of this book and push it through the horizon of the sky to be the sign of eliteness for human civilisation.

 

Greatest Gift of Fire

Do you know what I want to be? I want to become a master of universal certitude. I want to awaken the gods of the ancient aeon and I want to present the greatest gift of fire to all, The Exordium.

 

What I am Today

I stand before the faculty of time. My name is the seed of transformation; my heart is the letters of life, the universe of emotion. I know the meaning of yesterday; yesterday was the instrument of the age, the untouchable sphere of what there was. Occurrences?  Experiences? Whatever. Its purpose, what I am today.

 

Silence

When I think about the formation of time, I enter the silence. How beautiful is the sensation of silence. When there is no sound I concentrate upon the hidden vibration of the universe. To me the voices of paradise are embracing the solitude of my soul.

 

Death and immortality

I stand before the faculty of time. When the darkness of night encompasses the Earth, I enter the arena of thoughtfulness. I ask myself this question: what is the meaning of death? What happens when every particle of your body disintegrates into nothingness? Can you imagine yourself lying down in the tightness of your coffin, motionless, ready to be taken into the depths of the ground, or even turned into ashes by the element of fire? If this is the outcome of existence, I am not embracing this destiny.

There must be a way that I can rise above the tightness of my grave. There has to be a solution, some form of talismanic word of power, a certain procedure of celestial magic or even the faculty of hidden science that illuminates the path to everlasting existence, the metaphysical immortality.

 

The pen

My pen is the ultimate image of trust. It has been entwined with my inner self from the moment of awakening. When this unity is in the absolute mode of togetherness wonders begin to happen. The words of logic from the past centuries gather together. The letters of magic make their own value; their expression, and the new possibilities in the shape of occurrences will give rise to this history.
 
The Emergence of the gods

The words of mystery are entering the cycles of life. The soul should not just come to pass. In the mind, light and darkness exist side by side. I want to encompass the meaning of ever after. Like the sun shining upon the surface of the water. Do you know what I have done? I have brought to attention what was forbidden to be discovered. I have written the history that no other man has dared to contemplate: the creation and the emergence of the gods.