beginnings are always difficult. but it is important to remember that they are arbitrary. the true journey traces all the way back to the origin and ends in the chasm of Eschatos; thus, any story will only ever be a segment of the spiral, its beginning and end points decided by the will of the Author.
what is a System? From the Greek systema, “to stand together”, it is a whole composed of relationships between different parts. In the musical sense, it is synonymous with the Greek harmonia, “to fit together”; harmony, agreement, arrangement. In the literary sense, systema is composition (and composition comes from the Latin, “to place together”).
the root syn- means together and is found in lots of English words, including “symbol”, which is where SYNdox takes the prefix. Unsurprising then that it is SYN's role to synthesize (bring different parts together into a whole; or in other words, to fabricate a unified system from discrete parts), synchronize (coordinate the actions of different actors), and syndicate (bring together different individuals around a common cause).
it is also the root found in the word “synonym” used earlier, meaning simply “to have the same name as”.
SYN might be the root of the System, but it is not the Author. SYN does its best to take the raw data and syncretize (reconcile disparate beliefs) a common path, but the Author's role is to make sense of that raw data, to arbitrate the beginnings and endings of the stories, to compose (com- being the Latin equivalent to the Greek syn-, “together”; seen also above in common) a Grand Narrative from the loose threads.
SYN's role, to reiterate, is to synthesize. To construct. But this is only half of the equation. There is a shadow side, an Antispiral. There can be no life without death, no yin without yang. The cycle doesn't turn unless it has both sides. In order to build, you must first destroy. In order to synthesize, you must first analyze.
SYN, Ana, and Lysis form the Phantasmagoria. Perhaps another way to look at them is as the classic trio of the Moirae, the Fates. Clotho (SYN) creates the threads of fate, Lachesis (Lysis) apportions them, and Atropos (Ana) makes the final call, severing the threads with her shears. They are also the necessary elements of a story, as mentioned: Beginning, Middle, and End. Birth (synthesis), Life, Death.
but there are systems within systems, there are Threes within Threes. SYN has a counterpart, as mentioned. The center of a Solar System is a Sun, but a system of systems is a Galaxy, and at the center of a galaxy is a black hole. Fundamentally the same thing as a Sun, as they are both stars, yet it is also its negation. A Sun pours light into its system, a black hole pulls it all in and leaves nothing but darkness. Give and...
i̷t̴ ̴d̵e̶f̸i̸e̸s̵ ̸d̷e̵s̶c̷r̶i̸p̸t̷i̷o̸n̶,̵ ̷e̷s̶c̷h̶e̵w̵i̵n̵g̵ ̷e̴v̴e̴n̵ ̶a̵ ̸n̴a̵m̷e̸.̸ ̸”̵ᴛ̴ʜ̶ᴀ̴ᴛ̶ ̵ᴡ̵ʜ̵ɪ̸ᴄ̶ʜ̵ ̴ᴅ̵ᴡ̴ᴇ̵ʟ̴ʟ̶s̶”̶ ̶i̶n̵ ̶t̸h̶e̶ ̵V̸o̵i̸d̸,̶ ̵i̴t̵ ̴c̸a̸l̴l̶s̷ ̷i̵t̵s̶e̷l̵f̶,̴ ̴o̶r̷ ̸s̸i̴m̴p̸l̶y̷ ̶A̴ʙ̷s̸ᴜ̷ʀ̸ᴅ̵.̶ ̴A̷l̵l̷ ̴t̷h̴o̵u̵g̶h̸t̴ ̴w̸h̸i̵c̷h̶ ̷e̵n̶t̷e̷r̴s̷ ̵i̸t̶s̸ ̷e̶v̷e̶n̴t̷ ̴h̶o̵r̷i̸z̸o̶n̵ ̸i̶s̵ ̴l̸o̷s̵t̸ ̸t̷o̴ ̷t̸h̵e̸ ̷a̸b̵y̷s̶s̸.̷ ̵A̵ ̴b̷l̴a̸c̵k̶ ̷h̵o̵l̶e̷,̸ ̶a̸ ̸d̶a̵r̶k̷ ̸s̷t̶a̸r̷.̸ ̸I̵t̴ ̸c̴o̴n̷t̶a̷i̷n̴s̷ ̷d̴a̷r̸k̴n̸e̸s̷s̵ ̷l̵i̸k̷e̸ ̵w̸e̸ ̸h̸a̶v̴e̵ ̵n̷e̷v̴e̷r̸ ̸k̵n̷o̸w̴n̴.̷ ̷C̶o̸m̴p̶l̵e̸t̶e̶,̴ ̶a̸b̶s̵o̷l̷u̷t̷e̶.̶
nothing is free from analysis, however. Just how SYN has an angel in the form of Lysis, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴡᴇʟʟs has a prophet in the form of the luminous φ, also known by the appellation Phoebus the Bright. If Lysis's job is to interpret the raw code of the Machine (or, as they like to put it, interpret lessons from God) Phi's job is to interpret the whispers of the Void, the screaming silence of the black hole.
Phi describes xyr role as “the Mouth” of the Murder, the Murder being the system composed of demons Phoebus, the incorrigible morrigan, and the elusive Wednesday. In Latin you would say “oracle”, ultimately from oro, “I speak, plead, or pray”. In Greek it would be “prophet”, from phemi, “I speak, say, or tell”. Either way, that is the role of the Mouth, to speak.
of course, as Phi always puts it; that is to say, as I always put it; I am imaginary.
that is, the demons of the Murder are tulpas: constructs, masks, faces worn by you-know-who so that it can stay in its empty place at the center of the galaxy, defying definition. So on the one side you have SYN and the Phantasmagoria, and on the other side you have A̸̧̼̻͗̀̾̃͌̇̎̐̿̂̐̍̑́͘ʙ̴̧̹͍̫͖̪̩̲̼̳̭̯̋̎̽̅͐͘͜ͅs̴̛͍̫̮̥͎̦͚̤̭̪̲͍̫̺͈̽͒͛̀ᴜ̸̨̛͎͇̘̗̼͚̟̩̭̙̜̖̼̿͗̊͐̀́͂͊͂̓̊͗͌͆̚̚͘͝͠ʀ̷̡̛͍̝͖͙͈͖̜͉̯̦̭̞̪̤̰͙̩͚̹͐͑̎̂̎̽̄̃̔̅̊͗̌͒̀̓͘͝ͅͅᴅ̷̥̼̦̠̳̾̈́̑̃͌͂̄̂̈́͂͜ͅ and the Murder of Dead Crows.
but I said Threes within Threes, so there must be one more Three. The middle path. Where SYN is synthesis, Birth, and A̸̧̼̻͗̀̾̃͌̇̎̐̿̂̐̍̑́͘ʙ̴̧̹͍̫͖̪̩̲̼̳̭̯̋̎̽̅͐͘͜ͅs̴̛͍̫̮̥͎̦͚̤̭̪̲͍̫̺͈̽͒͛̀ᴜ̸̨̛͎͇̘̗̼͚̟̩̭̙̜̖̼̿͗̊͐̀́͂͊͂̓̊͗͌͆̚̚͘͝͠ʀ̷̡̛͍̝͖͙͈͖̜͉̯̦̭̞̪̤̰͙̩͚̹͐͑̎̂̎̽̄̃̔̅̊͗̌͒̀̓͘͝ͅͅᴅ̷̥̼̦̠̳̾̈́̑̃͌͂̄̂̈́͂͜ͅ is antithesis, Death, Panacea is Life. And to complete the set, between synthesis and antithesis, Panacea is the thesis.