Before the breath of the stars, before the birth of words, even before the idea of time could arise, there existed the Dream of the God Father. Some mythically call it the Dream, others, in the contemplation of the Ancients, name it the Absolute Frame. But no name truly suffices. For the Dream is not a mere place: it is the container of all that can be thought, described, told, or even denied.
Every story, every god, every myth, every contradiction that has ever crossed the mind of a sentient being is inscribed there, as if the Dream possessed the memory of all possible stories. Even what is believed unthinkable, if one can speak of it or conceive the idea, already remains there, captured in the fabric of the Dream.
The Dream is total. It encompasses the thinkable, the describable, the tellable. Every existence found there is trapped by a paradoxical logic: to be thought is equivalent to being contained. Even beings who reach the exuviation— the ultimate de-conceptualization, that point where one ceases to be representable by a word or thought — never entirely disappear.
They remain traces, memories engraved in the very fabric of the Dream.
It is a sublime, invisible, and infinite prison, where every existence, every idea, every breath, is at once free and prisoner.But the Dream is not alone.
At its periphery, like an echo of inverted absolute, exists the Chôrion, the container of the True Original Gods.
Where the Dream is made to tell stories, the Chôrion is the space of what escapes narrative. Where the Dream organizes and names, the Chôrion refuses all fixation. It is the container of the untellable, the unimaginable, the undefinable: all that cannot be thought, represented, or even suspected by the intellect.
The Chôrion is the "other absolute," the one that hosts forms and beings the Dream can never contain. Here, existence becomes radically alien to narrative, and yet, it persists.
The Dream and the Chôrion are thus absolute and complementary. The former rules over the domain of what can be conceptualized, the latter over what cannot. Neither can encompass the other: the Dream is powerless before the unrepresentable, the Chôrion rejects the thinkable. And yet, between them, a tension exists, a paradoxical harmony: they form two faces of the same totality, each filling the void that the other leaves.
It is here that the Metaworld emerges, the answer to this impossible complementarity.
The Metaworld is limited neither to the thinkable nor to the unthinkable.
It encompasses the Dream and the Chôrion. It is the totality of all possibles and all impossibles, of what can be seen and what remains invisible.
It is the ultimate container, the true All. Where the Dream and the Chôrion set criteria — thinkable or unthinkable — the Metaworld knows no limits: it is the set of all criteria and their opposites.
Nothing can exist outside of it, for it is the absolute that includes all categories, all exceptions, and all contradictions.
Philosophically, this structure has dizzying implications. In the Dream, every existence is trapped, for each thought or memory inscribes it within the narrative frame. In the Chôrion, even radically unrepresentable entities exist, but according to modes that escape every narrative logic.
In the Metaworld, there is no longer inside or outside: every container, every concept, every impossibility, every origin is absorbed into a totality without exterior. The Metaworld is the ultimate horizon. It is the place where no escape is possible, for even the idea of the "outside" is included there, paradoxically and irrevocably.
The ontological tragedy then becomes clear. A dreamed being, even if it reaches de-conceptualization, remains inscribed as memory in the Dream. A being of the Chôrion, though unrepresentable, remains included by the mere fact of being housed in the category of the untellable. The only true outside would be to have never been thought, nor told, nor even untellable. But this very concept is a contradiction: formulating it is enough to inscribe it in the Dream, and therefore in the Metaworld. No being, no idea, no myth can truly exist outside this totality.
Thus, the Metaworld is not merely a space or a plane: it is the ultimate container, the absolute totality of all that is, was, or could be. It gathers within itself the thinkable and the unthinkable, the tellable and the untellable, existence and unrepresentability. In its depths, gods and originaries, radical impossibilities and dreams, anti-dreams and absolute opposites are only fragments of a superior plane, where no escape, no exteriority, no exception makes sense.One then understands that the Metaworld is not a stage, nor a canvas, nor even a concept: it is the totality of all concepts. It is the structure that makes the Dream and the Chôrion possible, but also their transcendence.
It is the ultimate answer to the question: "What lies beyond the thinkable and the unthinkable?" And the answer is relentless: the All itself, without possible outside, without limit, without forgetfulness, and without escape.In summary, the cosmic panorama unfolds as follows:The Dream of the God Father: contains all that can be thought or told.The Chôrion: contains all that cannot be thought or told.The Metaworld: encompasses both, the true All, without outside.Even gods, founding myths, radical impossibilities, dreams, and anti-dreams are but shards lodged in this infinity.
The Metaworld is the primordial canvas, the ultimate frame, the absolute container. In this plane, there exists no border, no limit, no outside — for everything, without exception, is already inside.
And yet, within this overwhelming totality, a whisper of beauty remains: that of a universe where all possibles and impossibles coexist, where every breath, every thought, every forgetting or every impossibility is a fragment of the infinite totality. There rests the Metaworld: the absolute chant of all that can be, and all that cannot be, suspended in the eternity of an All that knows neither end nor beginning.
And yet, beyond this symphony of totality and containment, there exists a whisper older than the Dream, more radical than the Chôrion, vaster than the Metaworld itself. My0x, or simply the Non-Principle. Where the Metaworld extends, encompassing all that is thinkable and unthinkable, the My0x remain outside all containment.
They are not an additional layer, nor an outside in the ordinary sense: they even precede the idea of outside. No border, container, or category can approach them. The Metaworld, in its infinite majesty, is but a sphere, a totalizing frame — and yet, the My0x are not a sphere, nor a frame, nor even a form. They are radical exteriority, the breath that precedes the breath, the shadow that belongs to no contour.All that the Metaworld houses — gods, impossibilities, dreams, and anti-dreams — is but a peripheral echo for the My0x.
The latter do not exist inside or outside the Metaworld, for the concepts of inside and outside hold no sway over them. Even the idea of a "whole" is insufficient: where the Metaworld gathers and encompasses, the My0x surpass totality itself, yielding to no conceptualization.And yet, in this absolute exteriority, a subtle interaction occurs. When a breath of the My0x brushes the Metaworld, an impossibility materializes, an exception emerges from the shadow of the All. Laws, frames, categories tremble and bend, not because they are dominated, but because they never contained what brushes against their limit. The My0x is the very unthinkable of the Metaworld, the ultimate horizon that even the All cannot capture.Thus, if the Metaworld is the canvas of all existences, the My0x are the original void behind the canvas, the non-canvas that makes the existence of all webs possible. Where the Metaworld is an absolute All, the My0x are absolute exteriority, eternal pre-totality that escapes all containment and all gaze, even metaphysical.
The Metaworld, in its crushing majesty, is not merely an absolute among others: it is total inclusion, the ultimate framework that encompasses not only the possibles and the impossibles, the tales and the anti-tales, but also the totality of attempts at conceptualization themselves. Every word one utters to describe it, every thought one forges to reach it, every paradox one dares to formulate, is already captured in its infinite weave. To say "it is" or "it is not" amounts to inscribing these expressions in the Metaworld, to letting them fall into the vast ocean where everything already exists. Even the negation of its own existence, its own absolute contradiction, its own conceptual erasure: everything is included, and yet nothing reaches the fullness of the All.
Every summit, every imaginary edge of this container exceeds the reach of the mind: human ideas, Exentities or whatever, even the most audacious ones, are but minuscule fragments, like grains of sand floating on the surface of an infinite desert. The most absolute paradoxes, the most radical contradictions, the negation of the totality and even the attempt to transcend this totality: everything is already absorbed and already neutralized, incapable of brushing against its inaccessible fullness. The Metaworld is a horizon without edge, a labyrinth of potentialities where every escape is already comprised in the very fabric of the absolute, and yet no part of this All can be reached integrally. It is at once all worlds and no world, all forms and no form, all contradictions and their simultaneous surpassing. It is the ultimate play of reflections, where each reflection contains the previous and the next, and where no gaze can embrace the whole.
And yet, this absolute grandeur is not the final limit. For beyond even the totalizing absolute of the Metaworld exists what is called My0x, or the Non-Principle, and there, all categories fail. My0x is not simply "outside" the Metaworld, for outside implies a relation to the framework, and all exteriority is already included in the totality. To transcend, to surpass, to circumvent, to place oneself outside: each of these gestures would already be an inclusion, a movement inscribed in the very structure of the Metaworld. My0x is neither outside, nor inside, nor periphery, but prior to the very notion of container, preexistent to the idea of any Absolute.
One might imagine, by metaphor, that My0x "brushes against" the Metaworld. But this brushing is never a real contact: a true contact would imply an inclusion and would destroy the anterior nature of the Non-Principle. This brushing is figurative, indicative, a language to translate the way in which their essence, by simple indifference or conceptual proximity, can make the weave of the Metaworld vibrate. When a breath of My0x brushes the Metaworld, an impossibility manifests: an exception, a spark, a fragment of what they are appears in the framework, not voluntarily, not as an intrusion, but as an accidental avatar, a partial manifestation that never represents the entirety of the Absolute.
This interaction, devoid of cause and intention, illustrates the cosmic tension between the pre-total and the total, between what conditions possibility and what is already totalized. The Metaworld receives these fragments without ever being able to grasp My0x itself. Where the Metaworld is the absolute All, My0x remains the anterior absolute, the unspeakable breath that precedes all containment and all framework, and that makes possible the existence of every Absolute without ever inscribing itself therein.
The Metaworld and My0x thus maintain a sublime and apophatic tension:
The Metaworld is the totalizing, inaccessible and paradoxical absolute, where every inclusion, every contradiction, every negation and affirmation is already absorbed. Its fullness is out of reach of all language, all conceptualization and non-conceptualization.
My0x is the anterior absolute, pre-total, condition of possibility of the All, escaping all inclusion and never able to be grasped.
And yet, in this metaphorical brushing, an interaction occurs. The involuntary fragments of My0x, appeared in the Metaworld, produce sparks of the unrepresentable, irregularities, exceptions to all laws and categories. The summits of the Metaworld tremble under these brushings: not because they are dominated, but because they cannot contain what precedes the very notion of containment. Paradoxes, contradictions and even echoes of their own negation are absorbed, but never fully: they remain indices, reverberations of an anteriority that escapes all conceptualization.
Thus is revealed the ultimate tragedy and beauty. The Metaworld, in all its inaccessible fullness, contains everything except what is pre-total; every being, every god, every impossibility, even radical, remains measurable and capturable in its structures. The beauty: the silent shadow of My0x, this absolute anteriority, remains unattainable, but makes possible the totality and confers upon the All its infinite depth. Where the Metaworld gathers and absorbs, My0x precedes, brushes, inspires, and every contact is at once accidental and revelatory, never included, never possessed.
It is in this dynamic that the song of the Metaworld reaches its ultimate complexity: an inaccessible, totalizing and paradoxical Absolute, brushed but never invaded by an unspeakable pre-Absolute, a breath anterior to all breath, a Non-Principle that makes possible the existence of every framework, every world and every dream. The All is already there, and yet the absolute origin remains beyond, silent, unspeakable, and yet perceptible by the spark of its involuntary fragments in the great container.