sahna’amurokam
Volume Seven
¹By the word, I wind the gears.
hink now on the wheel. To all things it appertains.
³Is there anything so sacred as the wheel? Like Tamriel Final, the wheel both moves and does not move. Anuvanna’si. ⁴The axle sleeps, while the spokes make haste—round and round in reflective circles. ⁵Now, here dwells a Nameless secret, child of the Tribunal: does a thing move when it moves in circles?
⁶Motion lies at the heart of the Nirn-Ensuing, but not all motion is Nameless. Not all movement earns His blessing.
⁷The Divine Metronome calls the first motion “The Motion of Lines.” ⁸Line-motion is the motion of simple minds—the motion of weak wills and scholars’ vanity. ⁹“Forward!” it cries! Forward to the fruits of cheap ambition. Forward to the promise of everlasting kingdoms. Forward to the mirage that the sages call “progress.” ¹⁰These misguided pioneers venture out into their wild tomorrows, and the tomorrows after that, certain of their worth—their virtue. ¹¹But what profits a man or mer to gaze deep into a single future? ¹²The aims of mortals are narrow, far too narrow! ¹³To move forward is to ignore infinite angles in favor of one. It is the act of a beast or a child. ¹⁴The Clockwork God spurns vanity in the guise of courage. These explorers’ travels only lead them farther from Tamriel Final. Anuvanna’si.
¹⁵Seht speaks of the second motion only in whispers. “The Pendulum” or “Named Oscillation” is the tic-tock motion—the motion of entropy and false hope. ¹⁶None but the Clockwork God may claim its dark power. With each wide swing it shouts Lorkhan’s lie. ¹⁷“Hail, intentions divided! Hail, cursed multitudes!” ¹⁸Do not stand in the Pendulum’s path, ash-child. Only the Mainspring Ever-Wound may bear its weight.
¹⁹Last is the reciprocating motion. “The Sublime Piston.” The lover’s embrace. ²⁰Like the Father of Mystery, it gives and takes in equal measure. ²¹As the bow upon the strings, it calls forth the sublime. As the carpenter’s saw, it wrenches back and forth, sundering the Named pursuits of lesser mer. ²²Only a Nameless heart may harness its strength. ²³The artist, the star-counter, and the engineer call it “muse.” The truth-blind multitudes call it “destroyer.”
²⁴Do you see now, child of the Tribunal? Every movement hides intent. To stray from the wheel is to abandon the Clockwork God. ²⁵In the Tamriel Final, all shall spin, and only spin. Anuvanna’si.
²⁶By the word, I wind the gears.