CREATION OR THE INDISPENSABLE USELESS ONES

At the head of the origins of the Gods, worlds, things and all lives, there is ‘Creation’.

At this head, good and evil do not exist.

For ‘Creation’ was the Goddess who initiated the God of ‘All’, and ‘Creation’ alone is the concept of all.

Yes! At the head of the dome of the universe, ‘Creation’ was already established in its place.

Yes! Prior to light and nothingness, ‘Creation’ was already established in its form.

Yes! Before intelligence, ‘Creation’ was already established in the depths of ‘All’.

Yes! At the origin of eternity was ‘Creation’.

Yes! Before ‘Creation’, the past had never been, for the world was without memory and could not fill the future with the breath of a life lived.

Yes! In an instant of inspiration, ‘Creation’ created the God of ‘All’.

But the God of ‘All’ is inaccessible, for beyond his inspiring dependence on Creation, and beyond their child ‘the Unique’, father of our Universe, his attributes are the inexplicable and the Word.

The God of ‘All’ is nameless, and no one can reach him without the inspired permission of Creation.

‘Creation’ and ‘All’, when conceptualising ‘the Unique’, did not know what formal attribute to give him.

However, ‘All’ would be the verb through which ‘the Unique’ would conjugate the future.

That is why, at that time, ‘the Unique’ did not yet know who he was.

‘The Unique’ was alone, alone within, alone without, alone above, alone below, alone before and behind.

His solitude filled the skyless universe, for ‘the Unique’ had received nothingness as an attribute from ‘All’, unbeknownst to ‘Creation’.

Nothing tormented the Unique, and he suffered from the unique entrails of All, ‘Creation’.

After an immeasurable solitude of nothing, at the dawn of eternity, he began to cry out in pain.

The echo of his pain resonated so powerfully that it shook All within its immutable Word, causing Creation to weep with sadness.

The Word in ‘All’, still today the source of silence, surprised by this echo of pain, detached a tear from ‘Creation’ to inquire after the one who divided the silence of its ‘All’.

The tear of ‘Creation’ came and shattered the nothingness in which ‘the Unique’ was established.

Now that nothingness no longer existed within ‘the Unique’, he became divisible, and to punish ‘All’, ‘Creation’ gave ‘the Unique’ imagination and the creative breath as new attributes.

Through these new attributes, Unique, the eternity of ‘All’ divided, divided again and again until the conjugation of the verb answered the cry of suffering of ‘the Unique’.

Love between ‘All’ and ‘Creation’ was born, and they found it good.

Then, in memory of this eternal love, they agreed that ‘the Unique’ would eternally shine in the heart of every creator to come.

The Unique directed his gaze upward and downward.

The Unique fixed a gaze before him and behind him.

The Unique, seeking the gaze of ‘All’ and ‘Creation’, made his gaze disappear for an instant within and beyond his imagination.

Thus Kao settled into the universe of ‘the Unique’.

Then the song of Creation began to fill ‘All’, and a sky, a sky, a sky and skies within ‘Unique’ began to be born.

The white sky and the black sky in turn engendered rainbows of all the colours of ‘Creation’, which crossed ‘All’ so that a bridge might bring a soothing answer to the echoes of ‘the Unique’ that still resonated within ‘All’.

The Unique cried out, looking downward: ‘The void no longer exists!’

The Unique cried out, looking upward: ‘The dome of the Universe is.’

Then ‘Creation’ and ‘All’, happy to see their ‘Unique’ no longer suffering from solitude, gave him Light as a new attribute to fight his nothingness.

Light is in ‘All’.

Light is ‘Unique’.

Light is ‘Creation’.

Ever since, in memory of his original suffering, ‘the Unique’, father of our Universe, gives torment as an attribute to every creative Artist.

Thus they find the creative and inspiring light with which to overcome nothingness.

Yes! Since the origin of humanity, Artists have been the useless ones of ‘All’, but the indispensable ones of ‘Creation’, so that ‘All’ may conceptualise a human soul for all those who have no creative inspiration.

Yes! Artists are the roots of humanity.

That is why ‘the Unique’, in homage to ‘Creation’, named the Creative Artists for eternity: ‘Knights of the Indispensable Useless, with the Powers of a Nothing’.

Today more than yesterday, and in order to invent my future, the tears of my soul build my consciousness like the reflection in the mirror that reveals elsewhere.

Yes! The Unique within me moves toward ‘All’ to the rhythm of the song of ‘Creation’.

Yes! My entire work is a tribute to ‘the Unique’.

Yes! My entire work is a passionate tear that leads me to love ‘All’.

I fight the nothingness established in each of our hearts since the beginning of time.

I am nothing; I simply accept the love I inherited.

I create.

Mathius Tahiti 1980

English translation: OpenAI GPT.