Prayers & Reveries: god the everywhere, the egg

A number of entries from the ponderous Reveries & Prayers were released by The Sadoo in January 2012.  Readers may recall that this ponderosity was written by Xavier Xavier von Xavier, a Vergobret crucified in Belgica Prima by his Council for taking certain Druidic practices beyond what was deemed acceptable by the tribe.  While he was dying—and the Guinness World Tortures lists his CDT (crucifixion death time) as the longest in civilization, clocking in at a whopping 12 years, 7 months, 12 days, 3 hours, 17 minutes, and 53 seconds—he dictated Reveries and Prayers to his milkmaid.  While only fragments remain, it seems certain that Xavier’s work consists of 81 pieces, radically different in form and orientation, direct utterances of the mystic's spirit, suspended, ecstatic and dolorous, over the chasm between life and death.  The Secular Sadoo is pleased to bring, once again and under impulse, a moderately comprehensible fragment to its readership and likewise thanks Sissy Spacek for translating from Gaulish to English.

god the everywhere, the egg

The question of whether god was hatched and, if so, how, is considered moot by many, the issues being more substantially of the egg’s diameter and incubation.

Heresiarch Hillela upholds the majority opinion that the egg was 300 cubits long, 50 wide, and 30 high, with a roof finished to a cubit upward and an entrance on the side, made of gopher wood, smeared inside and out with pitch, with three decks and internal compartments, being incubated in the forehead of Richard El Mundo Wolff Mallorca Te Quiero III of Porto Alegre when he was on his way to Novo Nordisk, thinking it was Novosibirsk, and got stuck on the obscure island of Tago Maaago for seven years because of marital troubles.

Others, notably Heresiarchs Gamelana and Shringa, maintain the earth was once an egg and this egg an eye, the eye and only eye of Isis, before she was named and bodied.  After an eternity less an hour, the earth cracked and Isis became blind and from the power of the pain usurped a body from the stars and stole the eyes of god so that he could not see humanity’s suffering, and moved to Egypt, where she lived for many years.

There are still others—the Mouflon sect of the Ruminant Quadrupedalists particularly—who defend the view put forward in The Ovine Egg of God, that sheep lay eggs and in each egg is god and in each god a sheep and in each sheep an egg, a nested birth and herd and divinity without end.

Heresiarch Ensi is inclined as the moon is waxing to purport that all is egg, and everything; there is naught that is not egg.  So god is continually in embryo, hatching, being conceived—inescapably one and many, the ubiquitous yolk and white and shell of all, forever egging itself into eggsistence, ache and ach, our shellves, yellow laughs of purity, we eggy gods.  When the moon is waning, however, she is less so inclined, and when the moon is absent, she is silent, and if asked about the subject shakes her somewhat oval head and only moans.