History Lesson

In the beginning there was The Word and The Word was God and the word was God. A word, a single vibration that created everything. To hear it, to even think something so pure would melt your mortal mind so completely that it would be as if you never existed.

So we won't talk too much about that particular word. From that one word came all the others, variations, each one a little smaller, a little less resounding in the fabric of everything. 

Just like The Word was God, each of those smaller words has a personality of its own, an embodiment after a fashion. You know the names: Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael and the rest of the merry ninja turtle flaming sword wielding bunch. And they all got together and made a bunch of smaller words, words like quantum physics and casual Friday. But somewhere down the line some of those smaller words didn't fit the world that the echoes of The Word made.

And they were cast out. But information is a funny thing. Lock it up, burn it, do whatever you want but its never really, truly gone. So now they live on outside the world of The Word most of the time. Their very presence is disruptive to the subtle harmonies of The Word and its remaining children that make up the world. Just like the angels, though, these outcasts can get together and make their own littler words. They still don't fit the world of The Word so well but with the help of a free willed being they can handle it without destroying everything.

This is the story of one of those littler words. No, that's not the real word and I'm not going to tell you what it is. The word is the sigil is the being, just like The Word is God and there's no way in Hell I'm giving a free willed being, no matter how cute, that kind of power over me.