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Updated: May 6, 2025
Said the Voice: "To thee, O Hadji, I come from the Beautiful Sea; the interminable, unfathomable sea, that begins at the Outer-Edge-Of-Things and stretches away into Neverness. I speak from out the Deeps Beneath. I tell of the Great That Is. I am a Voice of Life, O Hadji, and mine it is to begin for you The Tale of The Uncrowned King."
Why the way so hard? Why is the Temple of Truth here on the Outer-Edge-Of-Things?" And Thyself answered clearly: "He who lives always within Things can never worship in Truth. Eyes blinded by the fog of Things cannot see Truth. Ears deafened by the din of Things cannot hear Truth. Brains bewildered by the whirl of Things cannot think Truth.
I was not turned back by the dreadful Shapes that threatened me. And so I have attained the Outer-Edge-Of-Things." "You have indeed fulfilled The Law," said he of the shining face. "And The Price?"
And there it was, in that wondrously beautiful place, the Outer-Edge-Of-Things, that the Pilgrim found, fashioned of sheerest white, with lofty dome, towering spires, and piercing minarets lifting out of the living green, the Temple of Truth. In reverent awe the Pilgrim stood before the sacred object of his Pilgrimage. At last, with earnest step, the worshiper approached the holy edifice.
Hearts deadened by the weight of Things cannot feel Truth. Throats choked by the dust of Things cannot speak Truth. Therefore, O Hadji, is the Temple of Truth here on the Outer-Edge-Of-Things; therefore is The Law of the Pilgrimage." "And The Price?" asked the Pilgrim; "It was so great a price. Why?" Thyself answered: "Found you no bones in the Desert? Found you no graves by the way?"
There, in The Quiet Room in the Temple of Truth on the Outer-Edge-Of-Things, the Voices to the Pilgrim told this Tale of The Uncrowned King. It was nearing the fall of day when first the Pilgrim laid himself to meditate upon his couch in The Quiet Room.
And so he journeyed on and ever on, in the staggering heat, under the sky of brass, in the awful stillness of the night: on and ever on, through the wide and pathless waste, until he came at last to the Outer-Edge-Of-Things came to the place that is between the Desert of Facts and the Beautiful Sea, even as it is written in the Law of the Pilgrimage.
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