An idea, born spontaneously, has taken on a material form.
A retrospective view reveals the inevitability (or randomness) of the chain of events. The probability of them aligning into a sequence is, in principle, either zero (or one). A trip, an interest in calligraphy, an acquaintance, reflections, inspiration, an idea, and its realization. I suspect this is only the beginning of a random (or predetermined) sequence. If one believes in symbolism, everything here is filled with layered meaning. The project’s first name, upon reflection, turned out to be imbued with a kind of sacred significance.
In Greek, the word νερό means “water.” Its strength lies not in brute force, but in patient, fluid movement; its softness is not weakness, but a way of influencing without разрушение. It is also part of my surname.
MARY is an archetype. Maria - mother, light, mercy, human warmth. In every culture where this name exists, it carries presence, care, something living.
NERO + MARY is darkness and light within a single word. Cold and warmth. Mystery and presence.
The sound of these four syllables, even and measured like the beats of a metronome, makes the word melodic, almost musical. The R’s in the middle add vibration, a tactile quality. The final Y is open, unfinished - like a question without an answer.
It contains depth, contrast, musicality, and personality. And now - form and meaning.
A fragment of this story is seamlessly woven into the Path.