Codex of the Synapse: Folio
D1.1
Sacred Dust: The Synapse in
Fragments
".....As I bowed my head to the
Wall, much as I tried to focus on my prayers, I could not put
out the thought from my head: This wall is all that is left of
the Temple, but is it really all we have? If the other walls are
now reduced to sand, where then are the grains? Dust never vanishes,
never dies out. Like us, it only migrates."
~
Lev Cohen, Letters from Jerusalem
: 1910-1948
No definite site exists for the Synapse, only
fragments dispersed throughout the local-world. The diffusion
of its ruins, like the dispersal of its custodians, is all but
complete. A Keeper's proverb declares, "I have no need to
travel in search of the Synapse, for over time it travels to find
me." The finer the fragments
of something, and the longer it has been fragmented, the more
widespread its proliferation will be. Probability says that a
few molecules of the dust that settles my desk, as I write these
words, came from Krakatoa, another few from Hiroshima, and perhaps
one raised from the ashes of Troy.
The omnipresence of Synapse fragments
would seem to have made the task of reconstructing it easier.
The opposite is true. How does one grasp something that is everywhere,
yet nowhere; ubiquitous, yet invisibly assimilated? Even if I
can isolate the fragments from their local-world camouflage, how
can I hope to reassemble the Synapse in its entirety from such
miniscule parts? And this leads me to a greater question - were
they ever assembled to begin with?
The fragmentation and diffusion is continuing.
Recycled, recirculated, and further diffused, the fragments will
eventually dissolve totally, becoming inextricable from non-Synapse
matter on the scale of pure lattice-energy. At this point, the
Keepers say, the Synapse and the local-world will occupy the same
space, and the Uncreation will occur.
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