Eugnostos the Blessed

Eugnostos the Blessed

Eugnostos the blessed, to those who are his: rejoice. I would have you know that all who have come into the world, from its founding until now, being dust, while they inquire about God — who he is, and what he is like — have not found him. The wisest among them have argued from the order of the world and its movement; but their reckoning has not reached the truth. For there are three opinions: some say the world directs itself; others, that it is providence; others, that it is fate. But it is none of these three.

The God of truth is unbegotten; no one rules over him. He has no name, for whoever has a name is the creation of another. He is unnameable. He has no human form; for whoever has human form is the creation of another. He has his own likeness — not such as you have seen or received, but a strange likeness that surpasses all things and is better than the universe. He looks to every side and sees himself from himself. He is unsearchable, imperishable, without measure, unutterable, unchanging; he is eternity, the blessed One.

He is the source of all things; what is his belongs to no other. He is before the universe; he is the Forefather. From him came the Self-Begotten, the Father of all things, who is mind, thought, and reflection; and from him the immortal beings, the aeons and the powers, came into being, beyond number, in the joy and the rest of the imperishable light. [Line damaged] These things I have told you, that you may know what is beyond the reckoning of the wise of this world, and may pass beyond their opinions to the truth.

[Fragment breaks here]