The Book of the Dead.

I am neither death nor life,for I am not dead but I am not alive.

I am not light but nor I be the darkness,
for I have no flame and I have no walls.

I am not good but neither am I evil,
for I know neither as I am.

I am nothing quite simply, everything that was before it became something.

I am not the idea, or the mind,
I am not the thought or its feelings.
I am not a test nor experiment,
I am the void before there was a void.


The word before there were words,
I was the eye before all other eyes,
And spirit before it was known as such.

I am not more,
I am not less,
I cannot be measured,
I am not just one thing, but I am not all things, I am all the things before them.

Any name I am given
cannot conceive of me, for I was not born and I will not die.

I am neither love but nor I be hate,
I am the circle that follows its self.
I am the first dream, I am the last dream, I am the sickness and the cure, I end myself and again I read my own story, perpetually never satisfied with my own ending.