[image description: A Graceful Chameleon floats in space, holding onto his own curled tail and giving the viewer a thumbs up. the chart of the cosmos whirls behind. Text reads, “216, The Small God Saṃ Sāra.”]
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Everything begins. Everything ends. Everything begins again.
This chronical began. At times, during its progress, it has ended for a day, a week, an hour, while the scribes were otherwise occupied. Then, as is inevitable, it began again. When this iteration ends for good, some other hands will pick up the task of recording the small gods who keep and shape our world; some other eyes will find the art of capturing their likenesses. So it is. So it shall ever and always be.
And as all begins, ends, begins, Saṃ is there. Watching. Making sure the turns are smooth and seamless. Keeping the wheel going around.
There are those who would argue, and not incorrectly, that Saṃ is not a small god: that Saṃ is, in fact, the largest god of all, being a god of all existence and thus largely outside our purview. Saṃ doesn’t comment either way. Saṃ does as Saṃ desires, and appears as Saṃ wishes to appear.
Saṃ is not a small lizard. If it currently amuses Saṃ to appear as one, however, who are we to disagree?
We know our place. We are in the space between the beginning and the end, while Saṃ is the beginning and the end, and all the space between.
We show our worship in our silences.
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