From the Nothing of Potential comes the recitation of the utterance of all of creation into being. It is here and now and it to be experienced. As the sound draws to an end, the existence that was brought forth is returned to the depths of the womb from which it was born.
In the instance of speaking our words create. If our words are repeated of old, whether of scripture, incantation, or song, they pull from the store of that egregore and birth forth anew that which has previously been returned to the vessel of the past. It is a cycle of death and rebirth.
Writing is the manufacture of words that stay. The script itself can become a symbol, but the recitation and hearing of the sounds that are the divinity of that creation’s egregore bring it forth into being. It is as if life is being breathed into the essencec of the symbol. As with all cycles though, the birth and life of the universe contained within one’s speech enter into the silence of death.
Contemporary Paganism has no holy and authoritative scripture because all words, written and spoken, equally draw upon this process. Better yet, it would be best to say that all writing is a form of the sacred and so none is set apart. Whether or not an individual finds at the center of those words a key to their inner being is another topic all together, and is something that only the individual can discern.
It should be no wonder as to why so many of our kith and kin are so deeply involved in and fascinated by books, song, language, and all manners of utterances.
As a side note, for the next week or so the blog is going to be updated sporadically, I have career obligated work to do.
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."