Denouement

As the timelines spiral to their ordained convergence, throughout the infinite ocean of consciousness in which we swim echo words from the Antient Matron’s resolution:


Whoe’er received great commands
Hath work enough to fill his hands
Whoe’er with much hath trusted been,
’Tis well if he may save his skin;

Summa Scientia nihil Scire,
Fr. CHRISTIANUS ROSENCREUTZ

We shall see…

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