Once upon a time, Diluvia was a thriving and sprawling civilization. The Passion doted on her Diluvian children. The Cosmos danced around the creations spun from these artful beings. The future was their oyster, and their place in The Cosmos seemed so certain. Any cosmologist worth his salt knows these bare facts.
That was so many eons ago. Since then, Time has not been kind to Diluvia. The fortunes of the Diluvian children have all but been lost to the ages. Diluvia has joined the ranks of fallen civilizations and doesn't merit a mention in any histories. One can't even say this once thriving society went out with a whimper. There is no record of any sound these people ever made. We are left with shadowy notions of a civilization of which The Cosmos once sang its praises. If this can happen to these people, what chance does anyone have to leave a lasting impact?
Nobody knows what happened to Diluvia or its people. One day The Cosmos shifted and when the dust settled, Diluvia was no more. The Divine don't speak of what transpired. Only a few madmen living in the squalor of bug houses dare to whisper anything about this fallen civilization. A couple lunatics have had the audacity to write upon their walls one phrase, SYLPH ANDROMEDA, THE CHILD OF DREAMS. Nobody knows what connection these letters have to Diluvia, only that these scrawls have drawn the interest of those who run these institutions, and not much causes them to pay any heed to their wards. Warehousing and forgetting are the purposes of such places. The curators of these institutions for the irredeemably insane have tried to paint over and erase these messages. The inmates just scrawl it again and again, no matter what consequences may follow.
Punishment is swift and grave for anyone who speaks about this forbidden fruit. The madmen just laugh with each lash of the whip. When deprived of food, these lunatics gulp air and burp joyously in defiance of their cruel guardians. They seem to take pain and deprivations as some form of payment for their heretical deeds. For some reason, the powers that be desire Diluvia to remain forgotten to the ravages of Time, but why?
Most everyone think shadows model or mimic reality. They would all be dead wrong. Shadows come from The Dark and as such are separate and distinct from reality. Why would something not a part of a particular thing copy that thing? If anything shadow is a forced mockery or caricature of reality.
Substance or reality is dominant over shadow in its own space. Shadow moves and bends around reality, thus the silhouette-likeness we understand to be shadow. We have come to think of shadow as the byproduct of light blocking an opaque object, creating a phenomenon called shadow. This explanation couldn't be further from the truth. Shadow is so much more dynamic and integral to existence than that simpleton's excuse for an ignorant understanding of The Cosmos.
Reality is but one component of The Cosmos, and shadow is another. Although there is a relationship between shadow and reality, both are independent of one another. Both are fundamental components of The Cosmos, which serve those purposes well. Without either, the integrity of The Cosmos and existence itself would be brought into question.
Then, you may ask, "What purpose does shadow serve?" That is is the million-dollar question, isn't it?
At root, the answer to your question is simple. Shadow defends the periphery of existence, while reality defends the core. The Cosmos depends on both for its expression, which we call existence.
There are those who hear whispering in The Dark. They say The Cosmos is speaking to them through the winds that blow across the reach of reality. These sounds have traveled light years to be heard. Black holes, nebulae, space, and time haven't been able to prevent the coming of these whispers. Surely, something very important is being communicated, but what?
Some who hear come to view themselves as messengers, trustees of the secrets of The Cosmos. Others attempt to speak, to have a Cosmik discourse, with these whispers. The more they listen and speak, the more they are separated from the rest of humanity. Their behavior to the uninitiated appears to become more akin to the ravings of madmen than anything rational or sensible. Fear gave rise to a loathing, which in turn bred a state of mind so inflexible, insidious, and disharmonious, so as to force humanity to take a backseat to it.
Outside of an obscure branch of oneirology around which a tight-knit, secret society has organized, nobody believes the wind whispers Cosmik messages. Those who publicly persist in their belief of these whisperings are labeled as mad and hauled away to asylums. Some refer to these refuges as bug houses because the skin of the supposedly insane inhabitants of such institutions often crawl with lice. For you see, sanitation is not a priority. These institutions were created to forget about those who are placed within them. The thought the mad may know something the sane do not is just too much to bear. The need for social amnesia gave rise to these curious institutions where human rights are left at the door.
Whether you believe The Cosmos speaks in mysterious ways and disseminates that speech along the winds to those brave enough to recognize its wisdom is completely up to you. If you did hear that rustle of the leaves from your porch last night just after the stroke of midnight as anything more than a simple sound, you best keep the details of what you understood to yourself, unless you have a burning desire to be dragged off to your local bug house. Self preservation demands, when asked whether you heard that or not, you just say no!
Sorcery is one of the most potent ideas. It is the connective tissue of mystery and the imagination. Spells are the expression of this mighty concept. Coherent, well-conceived architecture is the key to the organized manifestation of sorcery.
Architecture is the structure, system, or foundation underlying and supporting the spell. When there are cracks in the foundation, the spell can't fulfill its purpose. The power of spells is amplified when used in systems or constructs. Building these is like erecting an edifice with a foundation, outer and inner framework, and a roof. No sorceror worth his salt simply casts a spell. Premier warlocks create works of art from the heart. With proper architecture, such spells make Gods think twice before approaching such beautifully-constructed expressions of sorcery. The best of these can bring into question the very existence of any being, Divine or otherwise.
Ideas have an innate architecture that can never be permanently altered. This is what distinguishes them from everything else. Concepts have an eternal quality. Their origin is Infinity. As such, ideas cannot be created, nor destroyed. At best, they can be discovered and lost. Ideas have qualities, which can be used by sorcerors within their spells. These characteristics never deplete, no matter how many beings are utilizing them at any given moment.
At root, architecture defines. Such definition includes space, concepts, data, networks of sorcery, and anything that can be defined. The Cosmos is the oyster of those who have a mastery of architectural principles.
Gods understand this reality. Lesser beings are behind the eight ball and have a lot of catching up to do. The Cause must embrace and utilize architecture to level the playing field, or the rebels will rue the day every last one of them was born!
Whether The Cosmos was specifically designed by some higher being or was the accidental byproduct of some Cosmik confluence is a highly debated topic best left for another time. What cosmologists and oneirologists do agree on is The Cosmos is a highly structured organism. The underpinnings of reality are discrete things that can be examined and measured using the scientific method. What follows is a sketch of what Cosmik thinkers of our time have discovered through use of reasoning and scientific inquiry into what actually comprises what we call reality.
The underlying principle or structure of The Cosmos is the binary relationship of everything. The first correlation to this first principle that sticks out like a sore thumb is gender. For most animals or beings to propagate or recreate themselves within their progeny, a male and a female is necessary. With few exceptions, a lone entity cannot create progeny. This also seems to be the case regarding data. Again with few deviations from the rule, data cannot either replicate itself or pass itself onto to anyone else with at least a one and a zero within the data set. The Passion and The Null are also intertwined binary conceptions, each necessary for the other to exist or at least be expressive in any manner. These are the most prominent examples of the binary nature of reality, but the list goes on and on.
How these binary structures affect our very existences is yet to be determined. Not enough information is known at the moment about this Cosmik framework to posit any rational theories about the implications to our existence, but progress is being made toward that end by those who study these matters. I'll leave you with this question: Why do life-altering decisions generally come down to two choices? Is it a matter of ease and over-simplification, or are Cosmik forces at work driving even our decision-making process?
All perceptions are bits of data strung together to give us the impression of sound, smell, taste, and sight. The roots of this data are binary, ones and zeros. Change a one or a zero and reality alters to reflect that modification. Oneirologists and cosmologists refer to this theory as digital dreaming.
Plato in his "Allegory Of The Cave" touched upon the notion of digital dreaming. This philosopher suggested reality is but a shadowy substance which forms the basis of our perceptions. Considering Plato's time in The Age of Antiquity, this was an astute observation, and a progressive line of reasoning. Current thinkers and scientists inherited a body of thought from philosophers like Plato which has enabled a more accurate inquiry into the nature of reality.
If reality is but a shadow or dream, how do our bodies fit into the scheme on a Cosmik level? Nobody knows the answer to that all-important question with any certainty. If our bodies do not exist, how would we know that, or be able to prove it? If we can't even prove the true nature of our own bodies, how can we prove or disprove the authenticity of anything else?
Oneirologists and cosmologists are a long way off with any proofs of the theory of digital dreaming. In many ways, these thinkers and scientists are no further ahead of the ancient philosophers on this point. Technological advancements have made it possible to examine everything down to the fundamental level, but the thinkers of our time have miles to go before they can rest on their laurels. In the meantime, we go on assuming our reality is real. We are left with nothing more than the adage, "We think, therefore we are." After all, if it feels genuine or tastes scrumptious, isn't that good enough?