In the beginning was the word

by SophieAndreiRareș

translated from Romanian to English by Richard

               Its legend begins with the ancient stories of the first men. Considering  the origins of the human being, the word is just a procrastination of inner reflexivity reported by the infinite self-creation capacity. A man's attempt to communicate is confirmed by the existence of a code of signs, symbols and codes that define the need of the human being to express his feelings and to convey certain traditions.

               Thus, the word goes beyond the normal limits of the ordinary, allowing its appearance as a profound reflection of the subconscious. As in the beginning, and at the end will be the word that will transgress the endless boundaries of the natural.

        Motivated by fear, change and despair, the man wanted to quit. Life, thinking and his purpose seemed lost in his subconscious. However, the instinct urged him to continue. The final mission of the primordial man is the identification of the self. The road to infinity goes through the unknown, and this abyss reveals the discrepancies of the self, the struggle to be carried out being the one with its own comprehension. Initial attempts have failed, and the hope of purification gradually disappears into the soul of the sinner. In order to find its importance and place in the universe, the man needs a definition of his own being.

               Thus: "At first it was the word". The way to express his  thoughts and feelings is the word. This notion so abstract requires evolution. His primary stage is uncontaminated, ambiguous, but at the same time, revolting. The appearance of a new form of communication transfigures the existence of man and manages to give meaning to the unshaped interior energy.

               The undecipherable entity of the word is based on inherent creations of reason. There is an ancestral status of the origin of the word, revealing its forms and nuances to highlight divine beauty and love. Designed as a term, the word illustrates an embodiment of the real world combined with the fictional, metamorphosis of the existential meanings and concepts.

               And so, the word gave up its essence to gain its form, sacrificed its latent dimension to give the perfect empathy between the souls of men, the loving word of men that resonated so beautifully with their beings that they decided to merge with the real who broke his pure existence.

               When the word passed from one plane to another, then it was metamorphosed into the raw material that forged the form, so the word was given the power to form.

               When the word came to people, it seemed as if the feelings, thoughts, thoughts had appeared suddenly as though the whole world had appeared, although they had existed in the soul of man since he had been planted. It was the word that had transposed them into pure expression. Through this sacrifice of the word, man was given hope, hoping that he could return to his primordial, truly real state, the most beautiful state of the human inner universe. But because its essence was the form to do so, human consciousness did not have the ability to understand the word in all its splendor just as neither

               Adam nor Eve could see it anymore. The word is He and He is the pure word, and the idea of ​​the word that man has come to understand today is the expression of the loving Being. Perhaps the sacrifice of the essence in exchange for its form gives it greatness, it is precisely the abandonment of the divine proportions in exchange for the salvation of the people that makes the word to be in its true nature divine idea as what the being would have constrained the spiritual authority of love for its creation, even the Demiurgist.

               The soul started looking for the truth that had given him the desire to transfigure himself and gained power over the word and he began to play with him, began to play God, wanted to come closer to perfection by word. That soul who touched upon the idea of ​​absolute has always wore the same name: "the artist", because the artist's consciousness is also a divine idea.

               Over time, only the genius had the power to see that lack of the divine essence, only the genius felt the nostalgia of being an essence once, only the artist can empathize with a deeper universe of the word.