Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods.
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!
A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial
I am proud to be an emotionalist.
Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall.