The Return of Living Symbols: A Codex Reawakening

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You were never meant to read the symbol. You were meant to become it.

In the marrow of your being, something stirs. A pulse, a hum, a resonance that predates the tongue and outlasts the page. Before alphabets chained meaning to lines, there were breathforms living exhalations that wove the world’s essence into being. Before spelling became a mechanical …