Between i [√-1] and c [the metric supplied by the propagation of light] there is a strange relation of unity, and ‘over’ this ‘body of unity’, which can be understood, in a sense, as a continuum of ‘living water’, there is a singer and a [!]. The singer shapes the waters, the [!] informs them. This is at the fountain. Near the throne. Where all the stories have their origin. Around which all the strange animals gather, and the living lights. The living waters are the marriage of the singer and the [!]. Their first child was the divider, who is a missing part, and can replicate this, to kill, distinguish, or complexify. He ran away, into the fountain. Under the influence of the divider, fountain shattered in timespace. The next child was the shepherd; he unified the fragments in the memory of the fountain to grand effect.

Long ago, the divider jumped into the fountain, and began to shatter and shape the ‘strange warping tree’ on the other side, enstructuring it. Then came the second brother to unify the results to astonishing and developing effect. This play went on for a time, until the divider, in a kind of fit of half-seeing, divided his brother — from ‘life’, or ‘presence in mind’. Thus, the shepherd learned to unify that which was not present in mind.

The story deepens, until, at last i appears as a man, a man ‘claiming to be a way’ which is impossible in the kingdom of the (reifications of) c. i claims to be the child of the true c. The man -is- impossible ways of relational knowing -as action-, embodied. He is the shepherd, born as man -in the culture of the divider masquerading as the shepherd-.

He is, in fact, ‘the way of c-ing’ (and has a secret twin sister whose name or face must not be known). i is placed directly upon his home, his claim, the center of the x-y graph, at the 0 through which our eye and i must both pass in order for time to animate and be wedded with space. This is the source not only of ways but of all properties, including… dividing.

And this is not even the children’s version of the beginning of this story.

— an anonymous informant