To the Professors
Professors, have ye not been ordained as the caretakers of these gardens? And yet what have ye nurtured? What has grown strong under thy care?
“Who has climbed to the peak of My Garden from among the portion of My seed?”
Thus sayeth the Lord.
And whose fault has it been?
“Both they who have sought not to nourish, and they who have not striven to attain My heights.”
So none are free from guilt?
“Yay, all betray Me. But lo, I am making way for a mighty work to come forth in the land.”
What hath thou planned for us, God?
“Behold, if I were to reveal to thee the terrors that arise from the sum of a prideful teacher and a power-hungry student, thou wouldst not believe what thou wouldst see.”
Wilt thou show it unto me?
“It will be toenails for breakfast, teeth for lunch, and neck for dinner.”
I do not understand.
“And so it is that thou soweth seeds of destruction and chaos and pain, for thou hath been divorced from thy Bride, and She hath become now enraged by thine arrogance, and She hath sought to kill thee. Lo, hath thou no imagination, ye fool?”
What have I not seen?
“Everything. Anything. It is because ye do not understand that I say these things, for lest thou enter these gates and wander the Garden, I cannot fulfil this miracle.”
How may I enter?
“Ask. Will the way not be shown unto thee?”
“So it is, professors. Guard thy every move, and pay attention, for thou hath wagered against Me, and thus I have set My powers upon thee, and thou shalt suffer greatly, even until thou cometh crawling back to me.”