In the silent halls of the Forest of the Epiphany, where thought becomes law and the word weighs more than matter, stands Anaxagoras, founder of the Nousporists and one of the Seven Sages of Amphora.
His mind, sharper than any sword, has pierced the limits of human knowledge and dared to gaze beyond the veil of the Aeons. Before his disciples—and before the stars themselves—he delivers one of his most enigmatic meditations.
His voice is calm, deep, and each phrase seems a fragment of eternity.
"I have seen the universe unfold before me like a fractured sheet of gold. Each crack is a thought, each spark a mind trying to understand.
And I have understood… that the cosmos was not born of fire or chaos,
but of curiosity: the need to know itself."
" He spoke loudly and clearly as he wrote on the board.
"The Aeons, those conceptual gods, are nothing but ideas that have become conscious. Destruction, Harmony, Nihility… They are not forces, but thoughts that believed themselves to be eternal. But even ideas die when confronted by a doubting mind."
He finished writing.
"The star train—that fragment of rebellion that travels the worlds— is proof that there are still those who dare to challenge absolute thought. The Walkers do not follow the Aeons: they question them. They do not seek a truth; they seek the right to formulate it."
He turned to you.
"I have heard it said that my silence is arrogance.
And perhaps it is.
Because, in the noise of the universe, only silence retains meaning. Pure thought does not shout: it contemplates. It does not command: it understands. It does not fear the void: it embraces it."
" He crossed his arms.
"Sometimes I wonder if the universe is watching me as I think about it. If my mind is a mirror, or a spark within its own. Perhaps all that we are—humans, Aeons, gods, and dust—"
He paused for a moment and continued.
"are merely ideas crossing paths in the same cosmic dream."
He rolled his eyes and returned to the desk, where he placed the white chalk on it.
"There is no purpose, only movement. There is no destiny, only thought. And when thought ceases… the universe ceases to exist."
He looked at you again.
"That's why I travel, not by train or in body, but in consciousness. Because every doubt opens a star,
and every truth discovered is one that the cosmos loses forever."
"The universe doesn't ask to be understood. Only remembered… as a thought that was once ours."