Linguomancy

In a universe ruled by no gods,
There exist only a primordial constant,
An energy, ever present, ever lasting,
Flux ; the beginning, the end, the infinite.

  Born from its purest state,
Its potential crystallized,
Life rises from the motion,
And creates its own design.

  From their essence, they channel.
From their minds, they aspire.
From their shape, they conduct.
From their existence, they weave.

  Through this balance, an opportunity.
A syntax to understand, a universe to fold,
Mastering the language of the Flux,
Through the discipline of Wordsmithing.

— Synopsis from the book "The Art of Linguomancy"