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Who: Trench
What: Artist//Yoga Master
When: Endless
Where: I travel a lot.
Why: Parmenides

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The History of Trench

On the seventh day God sought rest from His laborious six days of creation.

'Twas during this moment of rest which He found Himself time to think, time to reflect, time to postulate: "Wait - if I just created Everything in six days, but I, Myself, existed prior to All Creation, could that possibly mean that I, God, do not exist? Nonsense! I am Eternal. However. . . to suggest that I am Eternal is to suggest that I existed prior to the Creation of Everything that exists, which leads One to suggest. . . that I am nonexistent? That I, God, am Nothing? But I am The Alpha! I am The Omega! I am. . . confused. . . ? Nonsense! I must sleep."

Thus, with that solitary thought, unbeknownst to God Himself, a seed was cast from His bowels, down into the greatest abyss which lay deep within the earth's greatest sea.

And that seed did sprout into a sapling. And from that sapling did grow a Tree. And that Tree did flourish into the greatest of all of Creation's trees.

From its base bore curiously thick roots. And, because of those curiously thick roots, the earth did crack into mighty crevices, ripping apart - in fire and water - all that in six days of Creation had become Creation.

Thus, the roots of this Tree did wind and churn and push and pull, splitting the greatest of abysses into immense divides which bore new abysses that grew infinitely deeper with every fracture, each becoming even more recondite than that which came before it.

And from that Tree's peak sprang sturdy limbs which bore sturdy leaves, and, in a constant, steady surge of upward growth, at the seventh day's end, it was this Tree's mighty apex which lay steadfast upon the surface of the earth's greatest sea. Thus, it was this Tree's apex which became a solitary isle.

Never to be seen, but always not to not be seen, this isle, born both silently and violently, was granted its place in Creation, yet damned forever to lay namelessness and unrecognized.

And the seventh day fell into night.

And as that seventh night's night drew nigh, that nameless isle bequeathed unto the Heavens, the Firmament, the seas, and all of God's Six Days of Creation, a sigh of subtle simplicity and complexity - a somewhat audible sound, which, was thus, somewhat inaudible.

A sound, let loose, scraping the core of the nether.

A sound, once uttered, reverberated - transcending linearity.

A sound, haphazardly uncaged, touching the core of all Creation - forever represented onomatopoeically as:



And so it was that the seventh day passed, noticed and known for God's Rest - forever unnoticed and unknown for God's Defecation.

Sigh.