Yet, this total lack of anything at all  finally experienced its own loneliness... and thus it divided into two unequal nothings, each interpenetrating the other. A sharing and usurping of nothingness created strange turmoil of non-thoughts. The polemic bitterness of unequal dichotomy forced the greater emptiness to divide again. Now there were three. Introspection brought in its wake trimerous fears of subjugation, trimerous desires for preëminence. The first and only complex primordial thought-form thus arose, the eternally moving changing tripartite desire to be, the absolute need to be. From this thought-form all else derived, the stars, the planets, and the living creatures.

From near the beginning, then, the living universe materialised its thoughts... and forevermore will do so. At each moment, that which is created risks decay, injury, destruction, even utter annihilation from cosmic memory. Thus began time's endless game of survival against competing living thought-forms and against sudden unplanned majestic catastrophes of the restless heavens. It will never be different. Once the utter peace of original nothingness was transmogrified into a myriad scrambling thought-states of being, strife and contention became inevitable. The ever-present desperate need to survive drove - and endlessly drives - each living creature to devise a more clever physical shape, a more telling strategy for continued life. Material form and intuitive behaviour follow a prior metaphysical thought, never the reverse. Celtic Druids knew that from the beginning.

All matter is endowed with thought of some nature. Can a granite cliff speak to us? Not directly. Can it listen and understand? Yes. Directly. (Computers are 'crystal machines.') Crystals show primitive survival traits of repair and growth. They seem aware, able to store information, to communicate with certain humans. A virus is a liquid crystal and as such is more aware than a quartz crystal and can plan a more complex strategy of survival. The more complex the living unit, the more involved will be its scheme for survival. Not all the countless schemes for survival were - or are, or will be - successful, however. Numbers of species and systems of thought have arisen in the past, only shortly thereafter to disappear entirely, the victims of their own misthought or runaway survival plan. At base all is thought. The saber-toothed tiger finally couldn't eat and the mighty tusks of a great boar grew and recurved so far they finally penetrated his skull. Overdone, a good idea often becomes a bad.

Do we occasionally catch a glimpse of our own human species - so terribly different from all other lifeforms - as a biological sport with an over-developed central nervous system? We alone among living creatures can create complex unnatural  thought-forms, forms which sometimes then become unwelcome masters - even cruel tyrants - within our own souls. The most tyrannical of all these tenebrous thoughts is certainly religion, the quest for the 'true god.' One exception is the Celtic Druidic vision which, being of Nature itself, is not set down as words on paper, and thus is able endlessly to evolve, carried along with the wind and the water.

The story of the Celts is that of their 'Alba-Borean' thought-form, a thought form of incredible physical and intellectual energy older than the Beginnings of this Eon. The Celtic thought-form is still unfolding and evolving... and is always in opposition to the unfolding plan of the New Roman empire, a plan of conquest, slavery, deception and meretricious uniformity.

But understand, the lyrics of this Prologue should not be taken to mean that Reality has a beginning or the Universe an end. Rather, every end is the beginning of a new era, for "beginning" and "end" are creatures of the human mind.