Dead Gates of Lethe

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I thought this diary would serve as a guide, a testimony to what we had accomplished. Then I hoped it might serve as a cautionary tale. Now I understand it will be buried and that we will be excised from the record like so much errata.

Hell is not a philosophical concept to be debated. It is not a new frontier to be won. If I could scream across time, I would cry out this warning: Run from the table set before you. We are the feast.