Yeah. I feel it's time to discuss http://www.imperial-library.info/obscure_text/tsaesci.shtml...because it's confusing the high hell out of me.

Let's start with the Striking for the sake of order. I get the twelve worlds crap and yada yada yada, but what about the other stuff?

There was the Striking, and the Egg was split into twelve worlds, one for each serpent who had a name, and the names of the serpents were alive and coiled into themselves and became more eggs, for names are self-maters, and the Naming went and went.

According to the calculations, the random sequence learned very cunningly that fragmentation reserved itself to the left eye. Variation realms were the evidence needed.

There was the Biting, which broke the twelve worlds and their name-eggs, and the Biters chewed new names of the lesser serpents until soon death was known to the smallest and your alphabets disappeared but ours did not.

The state of rest became worthy of blame, however segmented, so heat was wasted across the right eye. And in mercy we gave to you language that was dead yet walking if you used it, which you did, though transient food-forms became problematic.

it seems very similar to the Yokudan creation myth :shrug:

There was the Striking, and the Egg was split into twelve worlds, one for each serpent who had a name, and the names of the serpents were alive and coiled into themselves and became more eggs, for names are self-maters, and the Naming went and went. According to the calculations, the random sequence learned very cunningly that fragmentation reserved itself to the left eye. Variation realms were the evidence needed.

There was the Biting, which broke the twelve worlds and their name-eggs, and the Biters chewed new names of the lesser serpents until soon death was known to the smallest and your alphabets disappeared but ours did not. The state of rest became worthy of blame, however segmented, so heat was wasted across the right eye. And in mercy we gave to you language that was dead yet walking if you used it, which you did, though transient food-forms became problematic.

There was the Slithering, when scales were now name-bites that moved freely, and the dead language speakers bled out into non-talk, which is egg-naming inverted, which slides into the shedding of more dead, which cannot be redeemed in the hunger quadrant, and now we could no more be detached, for the twelve-to-one only talked unsense except for us, who ate your slithering during trumpet season as the Biters poisoned the random sequence until we came and made of it music, as that is the only thing that might save the prey who wore all shapes of confusion not described yet in the calculations. Some of us discovered honor, though more found the idea of moderation, which turned into the identical selection process and we created our eating that way.

There was the Shedding, who inflated into a sphere of edible communications and this is how the sequence began to find proportion again. The name-eggs that had survived without also turning into calculation powder settled and became dreugh-waters, which was the first thing to finally encompass the risks attempted by the Striking. Stomach signals wrote a complex document of conditions. This was the variation map, called dai.

The Reaching came, where movements of dai progressed across islands of edible communication and food-forms could stockpile. One Reaching unravelled but the Coiling at its belly made a virtual star line, which made eating lucid. We slid to the imago and Named it cunningly. The waters obeyed and dead names took up their place in the random sequence. The first serpents returned to us in transmissions that answered the alphabet-virus which we then consumed at last. By the relative dai, we egg-named it and swallowed all source-information to preserve the virus and became immortal thereby. Past the star line, dead-talking continued.

The Laying then happened, and we moved into forms that had been granted from the source information of the first serpents, which was gold-walking, which is pattern. The scales became intertwined in the random sequence with music that ate forever, which we fed with you. Low forms created a seeking egg but we fed it to the music, too. Then the Biter-Shedding grew sideways into the reception field and knew a Coiling and mastery was ours borne from the calculations. The final name was Tsaescence and we ate it to become it and there are no more variations.

the process of the the twelve worlds becoming one.

They say they gave man language, this is literal? Transient Food-Forms can be a reference to traveleing humans, and may be reference to when the Tsaesci 'ate' all the humans. I dont know what the state of rest was, perhaps the mythic dawn, or a period soon after the turmoil.

There was the Striking, and the Egg was split into twelve worlds, one for each serpent who had a name, and the names of the serpents were alive and coiled into themselves and became more eggs, for names are self-maters, and the Naming went and went. According to the calculations, the random sequence learned very cunningly that fragmentation reserved itself to the left eye. Variation realms were the evidence needed.

There was the Biting, which broke the twelve worlds and their name-eggs, and the Biters chewed new names of the lesser serpents until soon death was known to the smallest and your alphabets disappeared but ours did not. The state of rest became worthy of blame, however segmented, so heat was wasted across the right eye. And in mercy we gave to you language that was dead yet walking if you used it, which you did, though transient food-forms became problematic.

There was the Slithering, when scales were now name-bites that moved freely, and the dead language speakers bled out into non-talk, which is egg-naming inverted, which slides into the shedding of more dead, which cannot be redeemed in the hunger quadrant, and now we could no more be detached, for the twelve-to-one only talked unsense except for us, who ate your slithering during trumpet season as the Biters poisoned the random sequence until we came and made of it music, as that is the only thing that might save the prey who wore all shapes of confusion not described yet in the calculations. Some of us discovered honor, though more found the idea of moderation, which turned into the identical selection process and we created our eating that way.

There was the Shedding, who inflated into a sphere of edible communications and this is how the sequence began to find proportion again. The name-eggs that had survived without also turning into calculation powder settled and became dreugh-waters, which was the first thing to finally encompass the risks attempted by the Striking. Stomach signals wrote a complex document of conditions. This was the variation map, called dai.

The Reaching came, where movements of dai progressed across islands of edible communication and food-forms could stockpile. One Reaching unravelled but the Coiling at its belly made a virtual star line, which made eating lucid. We slid to the imago and Named it cunningly. The waters obeyed and dead names took up their place in the random sequence. The first serpents returned to us in transmissions that answered the alphabet-virus which we then consumed at last. By the relative dai, we egg-named it and swallowed all source-information to preserve the virus and became immortal thereby. Past the star line, dead-talking continued.

The Laying then happened, and we moved into forms that had been granted from the source information of the first serpents, which was gold-walking, which is pattern. The scales became intertwined in the random sequence with music that ate forever, which we fed with you. Low forms created a seeking egg but we fed it to the music, too. Then the Biter-Shedding grew sideways into the reception field and knew a Coiling and mastery was ours borne from the calculations. The final name was Tsaescence and we ate it to become it and there are no more variations.

This is probably way off, and I came up with most of it as I was writing.

The food wherever they started didn't last long? I'm not sure about that at all.

I think it's also mentioned in the Redguard creation myth. Those names that didn't last long were consumed by biters, but there are those who understood the patterns and taught others how to survive. Then, those outside of the star line still continue to dead-talk.

Yeah. I feel it's time to discuss http://www.imperial-library.info/obscure_text/tsaesci.shtml...because it's confusing the high hell out of me.

Let's start with the Striking for the sake of order. I get the twelve worlds crap and yada yada yada, but what about the other stuff?

The Dwemer combined their souls into one pseudo-Oversoul, which became the skin of the Numidium as shown in the diagram of Divine Metaphysics. Yagrum Bagarn was in an "Outer Realm" so that his soul would not become a part of the Numidium during this "joining". Why, you may ask? With all the Dwemer a part of the Numidium, someone would still be needed to operate the Tools and focus the energy into the Numidium as shown in the diagrams of The Egg of Time.

Because The Egg of Time mainly discusses what happens when mistakes are made during the "Sundering" of the "Egg of Time", it seems that the Dwemer were destroyed by the process. Whether "destruction" is what they wanted, however, remains to be seen.

As for what happens to Sundered Eggs, the Tsaesci Creation Story states that they either turn into new eggs (i.e., universes of their own) or "calculation powder" when something goes awry. Since the Dwemer left behind "ashes piles", I would conclude that their Sundering went awry.

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Yes, it would be going down an AE subgradient, although the journey does not end there.

"You in the Fourth Era have already witnessed many of the attempts at reaching the final subgradient of all AE, that state that exists beyond mortal death. The Numidium." (Loveletter)

The final AE subgradient is [Z]. Since [Z] is still connected to AE, there is still one last jump past AE into [The Eternal I], which is described as "an incalculable effort" of Love. Those who succeed in this effort become a New Man.

The goal is to get out of Mundus Centrex (i.e., the world that Lorkhan created).

"...all living things; all souls know deep down they came originally from somewhere else, and that Nirn is a cruel and crucial step to what comes next. What is this next? Some wish to return to the original state, the spirit realm, and that Lorkhan is the Demon that hinders their way; to them Nirn is a prison, an illusion to escape. Others think that Lorkhan created the world as the testing ground for transcendence; to them the spirit realm was already a prison, that true escape is now finally possible." (Spirit of Nirn)

You can only get out by dying and not being reborn...but not being a victim of permanent "Sithite erasure". (See Nu-Mantia Intercept, Letter #4) You must continue to live, and you can only do that through love. (Loveletter)

I believe that certain things can go wrong in the process, even when mortals uses things that can put forth an "incalculable effort", such as the Numidium. One of the things that can go wrong is adding chaos to the process of transcendence, even though The Egg of Time says that it cannot. When something goes wrong, such as adding or neglecting to add an element, then there are disastrous consequences, such as being reduced to "calculation powder" (see Tsaesci Creation Myth). I believe, although I have yet to have anyone agree or disagree with this theory, that failing to make the leap to the Eternal I is called "LANDFALL".

One of the necessary elements in making the jump to the Eternal I, and thus avoiding Landfall, is "Love", according to the Loveletter From The Fifth Era.

The Dwemer knew nothing of Love (see Sermon 3), which is why they did not add it to the mix and, therefore, were reduced to calculation powder. They managed to make it the point of mortal death, but did not leap beyond it, it seems.

Thoughts anyone?

Yours in the Scrolls,


___The Word Merchant of Julianos

There was the Striking, and the Egg was split into twelve worlds, one for each serpent who had a name, and the names of the serpents were alive and coiled into themselves and became more eggs, for names are self-maters, and the Naming went and went. According to the calculations, the random sequence learned very cunningly that fragmentation reserved itself to the left eye. Variation realms were the evidence needed.

There was the Biting, which broke the twelve worlds and their name-eggs, and the Biters chewed new names of the lesser serpents until soon death was known to the smallest and your alphabets disappeared but ours did not. The state of rest became worthy of blame, however segmented, so heat was wasted across the right eye. And in mercy we gave to you language that was dead yet walking if you used it, which you did, though transient food-forms became problematic.

There was the Slithering, when scales were now name-bites that moved freely, and the dead language speakers bled out into non-talk, which is egg-naming inverted, which slides into the shedding of more dead, which cannot be redeemed in the hunger quadrant, and now we could no more be detached, for the twelve-to-one only talked unsense except for us, who ate your slithering during trumpet season as the Biters poisoned the random sequence until we came and made of it music, as that is the only thing that might save the prey who wore all shapes of confusion not described yet in the calculations. Some of us discovered honor, though more found the idea of moderation, which turned into the identical selection process and we created our eating that way.

There was the Shedding, who inflated into a sphere of edible communications and this is how the sequence began to find proportion again. The name-eggs that had survived without also turning into calculation powder settled and became dreugh-waters, which was the first thing to finally encompass the risks attempted by the Striking. Stomach signals wrote a complex document of conditions. This was the variation map, called dai.

Lol, everytime you make a post, if it doesn't initially help with the problem at hand, it will help in some other field. Thanks a lot, lol. Much appreciated.

Me or Albides? :shrug:

I'm pretty sure he's talking to you, you hunka hunka burning lore knowledge.

Mine was a pretty straightforward interpretation.

The Reaching came, where movements of dai progressed across islands of edible communication and food-forms could stockpile. One Reaching unravelled but the Coiling at its belly made a virtual star line, which made eating lucid. We slid to the imago and Named it cunningly. The waters obeyed and dead names took up their place in the random sequence. The first serpents returned to us in transmissions that answered the alphabet-virus which we then consumed at last. By the relative dai, we egg-named it and swallowed all source-information to preserve the virus and became immortal thereby. Past the star line, dead-talking continued.

The first serpents are the gods, I guess, but what's an alphabet-virus?