FROM THE PERSIAN, WRITTEN IN ARABIC SCRIPT: THERE IS NO GREAT DEMON…
Given the violent physical repulsion towards the cattle faith of idolaters, we worship the flies of the pure tree. In the scriptures it is said: ‘the huddling molecules of the soul depend upon [indecipherable] for unity.’ According to the prophet Viraz Yima, ‘the word “woe” is hateful to the earth.’
Our science proves not what it says, some tree graphs are predisposed to saying the number 5 is implicitly impure, latently inimical, and no great propulsion could convince otherwise.
We may reckon the soul depends on woe. For he who is thoughtful enough to eat of the evraz tentacle and scrip on tender prawn, the image of the tree afire will mutilate his script-readers, this only so long as the Word is capable of conjuring signifying visions.
Woe is a torn heart, tears, hair rent with jaundiced fingers, eyes open to every unfiltered movement.
These, too, are symptoms of madness.