From the beginning and the end is a process, that process lasts and persists. This leads to the birth of intelligences and emotions, which are the seeds for the development of humanity. If such things do not exist or completely disappear from reality, then man will perish, and be banished from the light. But there is a thing that does not contain those things that can exist on par with a type 7 civilization, a thing whose existence is infinite that cannot be understood by ordinary knowledge, cannot be perceived even by transcendent, can be said beyond the concept of knowlegde. This thing is the form of the foundation of man, this is the place where people exist beyond space and time. This thing has no definite shape, as if it didn't exist, but its essence still exists in some incomprehensible aspect.
On the night of March 16, 19××, in London, a dilapidated house, all around the ground was full of stinking garbage bags, huge trees swayed back and forth with the wind created by the wind the feeling is indescribably creepy, the house is small but the basement is big, step by step down the stairs, a creepy howl; The howl was so loud that it could be heard in the distance. Continuing down, the howling stopped suddenly, the basement was nothing but surrounded by dirt and earth. To the human eye, a rock, although it is a rock, but it seems soft as paper that can be trampled in an instant, lies there, it is indescribably natural as if it was created by nature, not at all. arranged. Take a few steps back to the rock, so ancient and ancient, it may have existed before the universe, everything was created. Above the rock were scribbles that seemed to mean nothing, deep in the emotions told to destroy it, not to let it exist.
The fire had burned, the smoke had risen, but the rock lay still and unchanging. As if manipulated, immediately put out the fire and approached the rock, at this time the stone was no longer scribbled, but instead were ancient handwriting that brought shivers and fear.
"We are not inanimate, we have everything, we are not creatures, we are not lowly humanity, we cannot understand, we are antiquity, we are existence beyond step, we are the foundation of all handwriting, we are advanced civilization, we are the source of mathematics, we are beyond the intellect, we are the clever deception, we are the infinite happenings, we are infinite repetition, we are the word of the gods, we are the creation of the gods, what are we? WE ARE THE WRITTEN!"
The content of the rock can make those who read it crazy, it is not only the handwriting, but it is also the truth, it is not only the handwriting but it is also the entity, the entity intelligent being wise. But not really like i say, it's more than that.