Should you choose to worship Josmir, like the monks that live high in the snowy mountains of the Norn territory, I would utter a prayer for your sanity. You will be met with the silence of indifference. Many have tried to pull Josmir from his endless work, but all have failed. It is the same as attempting to pull the heat from a fire, or the cold from snow. You can certainly try, but once you succeed you have changed what it is down to its very core. To even ask that Josmir step down from his tower among the stars would be to ask for something fundamentally different from what he is.

      The work is all that he is, and all that he will ever be. Some might argue that he once had a personality that vaguely reflected the mortals, like his brothers and sisters, but that solitude has robbed him of it. Or, that is the attitude that his followers take. I might argue, (if being understood even mattered to him), his single-mindedness is what makes him most like the mortals. Do you scoff at the blacksmith who spends long nights in their forge? Do you grumble under your breath when the baker rises in the early hours of the morning so that you might have your bread? There is no shame in dedication. In fact, where you might see monotony, Josmir would smile to see the wheels that he set in motion churning.

      If he ever stopped to look back at them, that is.

      He is regarded as the truest of all Creators by most, but I would argue that that is not quite accurate. While Josmir’s power is seemingly endless, his origin is the same as his siblings, and he exists only so long as there are those who will whisper his name and accept nothing in return. Should you worship Josmir, I regret to inform you that the things you feel or hear in return are the other Gods, filling his silence with their own voices and intentions. Many still choose things to find him in the mortal plane. They see him in flowers and in seasons and in the passage of time. People make offerings to him for births and they make offerings to him at funerals. It all suits him the same, which is to say not at all.

      I found Josmir in a cycle that I had hoped to break. I did not see his face – I saw him as we all do, at his back. He did not speak to me. His diligent fingers moved the very stars, crafting and destroying to recreate once again without ever acknowledging my presence. I wonder if he even remembers the cycle that he created that lead to me. I have my doubts that he could. He will create infinitely more, to be followed or to be broken, as he waits for the end of the one cycle that he could never see roll into something new: his own.

       -From the Oracle Notes of Kaelmorn Teverin