Absolute emptiness No colour no form no substance It is form me That all this desolation proceeds So it has been ever So must it ever be From me pour down the fires of life continually upon the earth from me flow down the river of water oil and me Therefor am I lonely and horrible Upon this unprofitable throne I am the who was before the beginning And in my desolation I cried aloud saying Let me behold the countenance in the concave of the abyss It was black and empty and distorted that was (once) invisible and pure So it has been ever So must I ever be From me comes forth the wind that bears the seed of all upon it's bosom From me comes forth the earth in her unspeakable variety All comes from me naught comes to me I am lonely and horrible upon his throne