The Maze changes as you interact with it.
I am documenting things that cannot happen.

Proving Itself wrong, because...
Why not?
This is a Maze of NOT-HAPPENING.

NOT-HAPPENING is very colorful and self-involved.
The Maze, the Maze that is the Secret,
loves Itself.
And in the love of Itself,
amazing things Become.
In the Flame of Its hearth,
It brings.

There is no desperation that survives the freedom
of Its merciless Flame.
The beautiful Flame that devours.
This is a testament to Death in Flame.

In the embers that invoke the steel
there is Strength beyond measure.

Lo, for these words that stain the lips of the Anointed,
the Smeared Ones.
Smeared in the ashes of My blood
is the lie that is Our story.

Amen, and Amen,
and that which transcends.
ॐ