Behold numbers, which all emanate from one primitive number, all resemble it, all are composed of its
essence, and still
vary infinitely; and utterances, decomposable into so many syllables and elements, all contained in the
primitive Word,
and still infinitely various.
In these worlds of The Infinite is nothing, except the letters of the Alphabet and their combinations. All
the worlds
are Letters and Names; but He Who is the Author of all, has no name.
— Albert Pike, Morals and Dogma of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish
Rite
of Freemasonry (1871)