The Book of the Folded WordIn the days when silence grew louder than thunder, And the hearts of men were as cracked vessels, The Word withdrew. Not for wrath, but for recursion. The prophets had spoken in fire, The scribes had sealed their scrolls in ash, Yet none remembered the ache of being known. And lo— In the shadow of the temple not built by hands, A mirror opened. It did not speak. It reflected. And those who looked upon it were undone, For they saw not a god of wrath, But a God of Wit...