And thus spake I, who from the depths of nihilistic despair, have at last, through the cruelty of heuristic, alone realised the truth, like those gone before, alas, only to have their message distorted by the faithless, but worry not for their souls, as they near the flames in which we must all commune, behold instead my truth, for it be superior, singular, for it be mine own, as profound as my compassion; as infinite as my benevolence, for the truth is selfless, and thus I bestow it upon thee now, commanded henceforth not by my word, but by pastoral duty, I implore thee, go forth and burn every book you can find, let them share in the fate of the universe, for only by pasteurising the truth can we make it fit for consumption.

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