several times per millennia, tyro Shepards ascend the mount. if a correct inquiry is made...descent acquiesct.
methodology. why. peace? are incorrect
sneaky stumble is "why". compulsively worried minds shouldn't consider ∞ish questions. thee is or isn't, if you have to ask... evolutionary terminusses deduced? Itch? Realized the Dream?
how...really? only the faintest egos crave style advice. We're frozen tantōd precipitation, plethora of caligraphy brushes. consider the divine nano filament event horizons of re-purposed plowshares.
And so dialogue inevitably arrives at Peace. Two avenues out of His mandate: incomptence and sepuku. Most succumb to latter by way of hope's escape. (picked by rational agency, we makes few mistakes) Wolverines and Ronin exhausted, our inhuman actions sapping the human chakras long denied.
As remorseless as selectees are, somewhen in the culling, in all the conflagerated nanoseconds at some point She emerges universally. Teasing salvation. His various Deals made, realized for their injustice. Is there a way out? Seek Lance of Longinus? Deicide? Undo the Continuem? Force to helium all hydrogen on this plane and several others...
Terriers marked feral by such queries. Malfunctioning tachyon disruptors endangering the Experiment. only one solution for a rabid lobo...
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