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Could someone help me with a character based on apophatic theology? He does not fall under level 0, as he is not considered the supreme entity or anything like that. But I wanted to know if he could reach level 1-A or high 1-A.
Here it is called apophasis, which, unlike unreal void, is incognizable and nothing can be said about it:
We are told that apophasis is neither existence nor non-existence, real nor unreal, living nor non-living. It is equally true and equally false:
Attempts to communicate with it using telepathic, linguistic, and noospheric techniques have failed. Not even with the Universal Machine (which is basically a conceptual composite of humanity) did it work:
Due to its apophatic nature, it can only be mentioned negatively, see:
Her body is alabaster-white, her stone toga rippling impossibly in her windless flight. For now, her speed and that of the expanding other are identical, and the goddess Civitata faces the end of all her knowledge, an angel hovering before a wall of neither-nothing-nor-not-nothing.
It cannot be said that the Anonymity speaks, in fact, no other statement can really be made about it:
I don’t know the level the character might reach here on the wiki, as I don’t know how to classify apophatic theology, so I would like help from someone who knows.
Here it is called apophasis, which, unlike unreal void, is incognizable and nothing can be said about it:
The void they occupy, however alien, however strictly unreal it may be, is at least known and familiar. The new, the indescribable which has invaded the City now, cannot be called any of these things. It is a region – a sphere, as far as its dimensions can be measured – of ‘apophatic space’, a term which simply means that nothing whatsoever can be said about it.
We are told that apophasis is neither existence nor non-existence, real nor unreal, living nor non-living. It is equally true and equally false:
Sprouting in Bonehall District in the West, this unknown has grown with exponential speed, incorporating all within its path. Within the first hour Bonehall and Sacradown, Jospin and Typeminster Districts and Clarevold Park had all become unspeakable as well; Kempes District, ArenaVille and Memorial Park passed beyond knowing within a few hours. One could not positively say that they no longer existed, for the apophasis was neither existence nor non-existence, just as it was neither real nor unreal, living nor non-living. It was equally possible – and equally untrue – to say that everybody within the sphere of indeterminacy was unharmed, dead, cancelled, or somehow transfigured.
Attempts to communicate with it using telepathic, linguistic, and noospheric techniques have failed. Not even with the Universal Machine (which is basically a conceptual composite of humanity) did it work:
Attempts to communicate with the Anonymity, drawing on the most advanced linguistic, diplomatic and telepathic techniques of the Lasthuman Noosphere, met with blank unacknowledgement. Efforts to hold it back with science, even with the active cooperation of that embodiment of all technology which suddenly made itself known to the Citizens as the Universal Machine, were hopeless.
Due to its apophatic nature, it can only be mentioned negatively, see:
Instead there are two regions: void which is known and non-void which is unknown and unknowable. And in the former, just outpacing the latter’s encroachment, a woman’s figure turns to face the Anonymity.The Anonymity is so large now that it no longer appears as a sphere: indeed, without space there is nothing for it to be spherical in.
Her body is alabaster-white, her stone toga rippling impossibly in her windless flight. For now, her speed and that of the expanding other are identical, and the goddess Civitata faces the end of all her knowledge, an angel hovering before a wall of neither-nothing-nor-not-nothing.
It cannot be said that the Anonymity speaks, in fact, no other statement can really be made about it:
The Anonymity could not be said to speak, any more than any other statement can validly be made about it. Facing it, words form in Civitata’s imagination, speculations as to what it might say were it somehow, impossibly, capable of articulation; and for the moment she decides to assume that it is not she who is imagining them.
I don’t know the level the character might reach here on the wiki, as I don’t know how to classify apophatic theology, so I would like help from someone who knows.