In principio erat verbum
That first word; can we imagine it being spoken as something more than infantile balbation, something more like a concept than a name? Names are spoken, but we invented them. We have names because we have want and that want came before the name. Without it there were no names nor those to name them. In any sort of beginning there was a word and we made that word because we want, and what we want is more. In the beginning there was desire and want became word. I want, therefore I am aware. I am aware, therefore I am. In the beginning there was the word and the word was more.
Do we imagine some Lord uttering a command to the emptiness, or do we wonder why something so primordial and infinite embedded in a finite chaos of dirt and water and wind and nothingness would have words? Was there a beginning without a prior want? In whom dwelt the want that became God? Would words arise without anyone to listen? But in any kind of beginning -- of man, of God -- any dawn of any ego, that decision to change what had always been and what is now -- the want that made that decision became the word and the word was more. Let there be more than there is.
A lord of dust and gas and particles and heat; it means little to be lord of nothing. A God who never did anything and never wanted to: a Lord without volition is no more than dead matter and empty space. A lord, to be a lord needs more and so want itself makes the Lord and so he makes the world, orders it, speaks the word to himself and creates his creation so that what he says can be a word. From more, existence proceeds. God said more and there was more.
A lord: meaning us; us being separate from the nothing, separate from oblivion and the chaos and the word that separates is more. The word that defines consciousness is more; we wake, we perceive we want and in that beginning the word becomes flesh, the flesh becomes word: let there be more.
Do we ever progress far beyond the primordial word? We strive we desire we achieve, we preserve, we pile thing upon thing, experience upon experience -- we live and we want more. We want more life and we want more of desire itself because desire is life and life must want more or it dies.
We struggle against entropy and we want more and in the face of ravenous oblivion, in the end, we want more and we invent agencies from which to beg for more as possibility fades. We want new realities where we can have more and there always is more to have -- and we imagine them, we fight to imagine them and we fight to preserve the imagining; the imagining of more and more forever when forever, nonetheless, is only nothing more.
In the beginning we say . . . but that was too long ago to matter. In our beginning was desire and if more comes after us, there will be no words at all.
Desiderium erat in princípio. In finis est solum nihil