The Liminal Cypher Manifesto

In the liminal spaces there are no gods and yet in the silence, meaning appears.

There is no need to worship.

There is no need to kneel.

Do not claim to know what lies beyond the threshold of death or within the core of the cosmos.

It is all unexplainable and unfathomable.

Rejoice in this and still indulge in its mystery.

We are atheists but not disenchanted.

We reject the architecture of gods, not the architecture of awe.

We know that energy does not die, but transformation is not the same as memory.

The body returns to soil, and the soul if there is such a thing slips beyond language.

We inhabit the realm of unknowing.

We walk the seam between form and formlessness, between what was and what might be.

We refuse certainty, not because we are nihilists, but because we honour the mystery.

Our spirituality is not structured, it is scattered across dreams, glitches in the pattern.

Its in the strange beauty in decay and the sudden feeling that something vast is watching itself through our eyes.

Call it consciousness, call it illusion, call it the ghost in the machine we

call it now.

And that is enough.