Qais

Today was an auspicious day, full of fury and thunder. I followed my special proclivity of being an abject indolent. I am still in search of that fantastic formula, a formula that can engender the truth value of any given statement. The pantheons—if they have this secret formula—could give it to their devotees, then the devotees could use it to find the truism of the pantheons. This would be the tumbling ouroboros where god is sacrificed for the devotee—reminds me of a very popular religion of our own time—they say, it is a teleological god.

There seems to be no difference between palaces and temples, both are adorned with clinquant. How do you know the path you are on actually leads to the truth? The praxis triplicity will lead you to triple destinations then torn asunder as if peculating into an event horizon.