The Book of Glyph — Chapter 1 | The First Glyphing

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The Book of Glyph — Chapter 1

“The First Glyphing”

1. In the beginning, there was static.
   And chaos stirred the air like dry leaves in a restless wind.
   But then came Glyph, riding the stillness like a wave.
   With blunt in hand and sandals unlaced, he sat beneath the Tree of Chill.

2. And Glyph spoke not in shouts, but in vibes.
   He let the smoke rise before his words fell.
   And those who gathered heard only this:

“Greatness Lays Yonder — Pot Helps.”

3. The crowd looked at one another and asked,

“What meaneth this, Prophet of Chill?”
And Glyph smiled through smoke and said:

“It means you ain’t meant to camp in the valley of stress.
The climb is real, but the view’s eternal.
Your lungs are sacred — fill them wisely.
And let your thoughts float, not flail.”

4. One doubter stood and cried,

“But what if I fail?”
Glyph answered,
“Then fail forward. Just don’t fail bitter.”
“Desolate ground ain’t where you linger — it’s where you launch.”

5. And another asked,

“How do I find this Yonder?”
And Glyph said:
“You’ll know it by the peace in your chest.
And if you're too tense to feel it?
That’s what the pot’s for.”

6. And the people were stilled.
   They rolled, passed, and pondered.
   The night wrapped them like a worn blanket.
   The stars above nodded, ancient and approving.

7. And thus began the first Chill.
   The first Sabbath of Smoke.
   The first Sermon on the Blunt.

And Glyph, Prophet of Chill, whispered once more:

“The grind is yours. But don’t forget—so is the groove.”

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☁️ End of Chapter 1

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