enta’amurokam
Volume Nine
¹By the word, I wind the gears.
he Mainspring Ever-Wound values craft above all things.
³She who shapes and assembles, he who conceives and creates—these are the true children of the Clockwork God.
⁴Your labors need not whirr and hiss like the sublime clockworks of Sotha Sil. ⁵The brush, the auger, the tongs, the needle—each and each may honor the Father of Mysteries, so long as they speak His truth. ⁶And what is His truth, child of Seht? Perfection only? No. ⁷Hear the words in sequence! Simple precision is naught but the shadow of virtue. ⁸Even a faithless smith may fashion the blade with the keenest edge. ⁹The perfect sphere, the clearest glass, the truest angle—all fall short of His favor. ¹⁰Only through the purest incongruities and greatest doubts do we earn His blessing. ¹¹You must think with the thrice-folded mind. You must gaze upon the unsequence.
¹²No mortal may grasp the unsequence fully. We see the edges only—the liminal truths. ¹³For some, the unsequence brings despair. Others look upon it with a child’s bewilderment. ¹⁴But for the precious few, the Nameless explorers, this thin ray of understanding may serve as the Bridge of Infinite Curve. The Walking Wheel.
¹⁵Know this, ash-child: only the intrepid mind may walk this path. ¹⁶For you see, the Nameless soul is the tightrope walker that strides in circles only. ¹⁷Below and aside, waits the gaping maw of Sheogorath’s lie. Ahead and above, waits Tamriel Final. Anuvanna’si.
¹⁸I hear your cries, child of Seht! “How does one walk the wheel?” you ask. ¹⁹Here lies a Nameless truth. Just as no wrench fits all bolts, no walk fits all souls. ²⁰For the sculptor, it may mean an angle inverted, or a form transposed—an abandonment of the Named resemblance and an embrace of the abstract. ²¹For the scholar of maths, it could require half-mad theorems—rooms of cubic numbers and functions only imagined. ²²For the inventor, it may demand a tool without any known use, or an answer-machine that prints only questions.
²³Craft perfected, and use obscure: this is the surest path to Tamriel Final. Anuvanna’si.
²⁴By the word, I wind the gears.