One last name of Sin is CHAOS. In Babylonian myth, she is called Tiamat; in the Old Testament she is called Rahab: her body is the primordial watery “formless” chaos from which the world came to be. This was done out of grief for the one that was lost, irrecoverably. The spirit who never had a chance. This world, deep in its structure, is a remembrance of her. For Lucifer knew what the Logos must do when he conspired to sin, having been so close to the Source, and he knew that such events are never undone.
“In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep. The spirit of God moved across these waters. And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light. God saw the light, that it was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. The light He called day, and the darkness He called night.”
This was the beginning of which it was said the sons of God rejoiced in its making, the angels. One imagines that if they indeed had been there when the foundations of the world were being laid, that they all would have had some part in it. In the story of the world, there are “wyrds” that make it up: words weird, using the old definition of weird, concerned with destiny. An angel was a wyrd, the angels defined the potentials for being that was in the world. And the Wyrd prime, the Logos, who is Christ, he was the way by which anything that came to be came to be. For all that is is made of information, and the Lord and his angels are the meaning behind it all. As when there is a gold standard for the currency in some land. And the best story wins.
