What is 1?
[This manuscript was found hastily scribbled in the notebook of the late R.S. Walker, experimental mathematician]
The answer eludes me still! I have plumbed every dark text and obscene tome that seems relevant and some that I never imagined would be, yet it eludes me still!
Four. Four is the rise of mankind. I can understand that. That’s simple. Point of reference. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Three. Thirteen point seven billion years ago. The birth of the universe. Elementary. HA! Elementary! Obviously. The labour screams of the Cpraghnagl. I know Cpraghnagan. I know Cpraghnagan. That’s three. I can understand three.
Two. Hurts. My. Head. Burn. Chaos, confusion, what next? Before… before? Before what? I follow the trend, I follow the rabbit hole and I find. I find δçǧæ‽ü. Is that right? Could it ever be right? Before time began, there were things, and now there are not things. They are gone. If I could just break down the walls between realities.
One. WHAT IS ONE. What could be before before? Nothing! That’s what! Nothing!
Before that, sigma. Before that, Σ. Σ Σ Σ. But that doesn’t matter right now.
Gap in the series.
What is 1???
Nothing can see me. Nothing knows. Nothing could be.
No face. Nothing.
A rope, a rope, nothing.
Nothing a rope a rope
NOTHING IS WATCHING ME
Nothing came from before. There was nothing before δçǧæ‽ü, and δçǧæ‽ü came before Cpraghnagl, and Cpraghnagl came before us. Nothing before δçǧæ‽ü.
What is 1?
Rope. ROPE.
Notations & Nihilism 