Name

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"For he is immortal and eternal. Now he is eternal, having no birth; for everyone who has birth will perish. He is unbegotten, having no beginning; for everyone who has a beginning has an end. Since no one rules over him, he has no name; for whoever has a name is the creation of another."

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The Sophia of Jesus Christ (Nag Hammadi Codices).
◙ George Richmond, "The Creation of Light" (1826). 
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"Porque él es inmortal y eterno. Y dado que él es eterno, no ha tenido nacimiento, porque todo aquel que ha nacido perecerá. Él es ingénito, no ha tenido un principio; porque todo aquel que ha tenido un principio, tiene también un final. Dado que nadie tiene autoridad sobre él, él no tiene nombre, porque todo aquel que tiene un nombre es la creación de otro."

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Códices de Nag Hammadi. Códice III:"La Sabiduría de Jesucristo". 
◙ William Blake, "Elohim Creating Adam" (1795-c.1805). 
 

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