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The Order of the Wandering Siamese

18 Dec 2016PoeTheWonderCat
Truth, the sacred prize in the unending search for knowledge is amorphous, beguiling and always in motion. The alchemy of truth transmutes lead into gold and back into lead again. What was once ignorance often with the passage of time becomes ignorance once more, with only the briefest of moments to enjoy the title of truth. Some truths seem immutable, and while generations may look upon them as the pillars of understanding, always be mindful that your lifetime may be the one where the brave challenge perception and bring truth to it's knees.

Beyond the horizon of perception is where the Siamese wanders. She pads through mystery on silent feet, passing by the wonders of the universe unfettered by the chains of certainty, unburdened by the yoke of comprehension. Her curiosity guides her ever forward, taking in everything but disturbing nothing. That is her way. That is her truth.

The Order aspires to the ideals of the Siamese. We are only human and can never become one with her, but we follow in her paw prints. We let our curiosity guide us, and we record all that we see. We document all for the betterment of humanity. We share our observations for others to analyze in the hopes that one day all mankind can know the truth of the Siamese, and that knowledge can create an everlasting peace.

As we travel the black we reflect on ourselves, seeking within as well as without. The immensity of the universe laid out in front of us helps to focus the mind on the million things that keep us bound to a life of suffering, and see them as insignificant by comparison. Humanity creates its own shackles, and only by finding inner peace as individuals can we come together collectively to face the challenges of tomorrow.  

Blessings of the Siamese upon you. May her wisdom be your truth.

~Poe, somewhere between the bubbles, 18/12/3302
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