I am building a pyre for my mind.
Heaped onto it’s funerary logs are the inchoate contents of a consciousness adrift in an Abyss.
All the objects of Faith, of Unreason, of Irrationality.
All Ideologies and Dogmas untested and unproven by Reason consigned to the Crematory Furnace and reduced to ash.
Consumed until nothing whatever remains that has
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