My patron saint must be Augustine for I have nothing to give but The(se) Confessions.
When you find meaning in everything, everything suddenly becomes overwhelming.
Sannyasi is a medicant whose anagram corresponds to [dictamen].
Dictamen en Español/a equals opinion. In English, it is a pronouncement. Rule.
The plural? Dictamina.
I am æ’scribe, a vessel, a medium.
My sacred Contract.
Rubbing this pebble until it becomes a philosopher’s stone. The Great Work.
The rite of writing.
I know the goat, Baphomet, but only casually; yet, s/he asks me to call they/them by another sobriquet.
S/he asks me to play my favorite game, inquiring “What is the difference between
[CAVALRY] and [CALVARY]?”
“How very cavalier this question is which Y’all ask of this cavalier servente.”
They laugh; because, I have responded with a statement asking them to acknowledge the difference between two very different things.
“Parçigal sounds presumptuously pretentious,” they reply.
“She has not sounded at all, in ages, seemingly.”
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Giggle. That is the one thing I do know: that I do not know. Thanks for the time in mind. Your timing is uncanny.