So I was born into philosophy, the love of Sophia. I love wisdom: when it is uttered, I love the lips from which it passes, when it is realised, I love the life from which it emerges, when it is known, I love the mind that thinks it. This is how I have lived my life. This is how I will live my life. This is how I change my life.
As for genesis, which the ancients taught us is cyclical in nature, there is that conjuring of love into Wisdom. Wisdom is Sophia, yet Wisdom is also Chokmah: the feminine, Greek being out civilizing verse here, whilst the masculine Hebrew our shining Abraham, the Many-Father embodied physical via Idrisian magic.
As reigning monarch of the skies, your truth: know that the star shines into your soul by the the will.
As reigning monarch of the earth, your lyric: know that the veins run full of the blood of Abtaurat.
As reigning monarch of the sea, your dance: know that the epiphanies of the now are yours, now.
As supreme imperium of all you survey: recognize your truth and beauty and enter your Love into Sophia, be born once again, born once more into philosophy.
Logic. Language. Love.