The Priest may be intoxicated. Or intoxicating, if the reader is generous.
Hello reader! From time to time, thoughts overcome me like the countless stars of the beloved sky. While earlier, I had little space to put them; I have found in the construction of this temple, there is such abundance of space that I may spill these pools of logos and pathos into the many corridors that I can construct.
I must emphasise the roughness of whatever arguments I am making below. These will be written not in the sobriety of a good night’s work, but in the intoxication of emotion that overcomes one, as the abyss gazes. Notwithstanding that, I am entirely willing to hold discourse with the reader, on any point they may raise. Please do so in the comments, whilst I figure out a better system to parry thought.
Without further ado