Holy Divinatum Dolourish. HoD Awaits You.

      “Sick and abandoned, I gets out my Divinatum and puts in my thumb and I reads the verse. But the fire swept it up; like a demon it were. But I got a strong memory.” And he gave the sky the lecturer’s pointed finger. “The verse said, ‘To sit back against the tree of life eternal, man must labour hard in these ways. Man must reconnect himself to that from which he came, or legacise himself: becoming notorious; indulging philanthropic whims; discovering new truths; or martyrising himself. For this is the old way shown by the Unlettered Prophet. But the new way is yet to come’.”
      “No, Private Ruarc,” Borrada said. “Forget the Divinatum. Immortality is possible. I believe it. But not by these things. God is dead; Man is God. Has that truth not yet reached your scalded ears? Has the fever blessed you, Ruarc, with eyes so wide as to miss the spectacle of your own demise?”

[the above is an excerpt from Into Kotaom]

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