harry capstan

no cross will burn in the sacred city

the battle will be fought in hearts and minds rather than on acres of mud

infidels who seek to occupy the revered acres of the sacred city will be overthrown

followers are kept under continual surveillance by clandestine government operatives

the chapels of the unevolved will be condemned by Natural law

our senses are five tiny windows through which we view the world

we are incomplete equations in a mathematical sea, assailed on all sides by constants, variables and differentials

photographers pursue her across the planet

she feels the pain of those whose only desire is to live and worship

she is the jewel in the crown of the universe

mathematics, through its inherent structure, embodies all aspects of reality

artists strive to recreate her image

followers must be resilient, as the path to salvation is strewn with obstacles

the closer we are to Yuinyan, the more our senses are confounded by her incomprehensible beauty

followers refute the doctrine of emptiness and choose the path to wisdom and spiritual knowledge

slaves to DNA are less than discerning in their choice of partners

followers epitomize the evolution of consciousness and devote their lives to the divine Goddess

she shall lay waste the house of the infidel and shall eradicate the pestilence of desecration

our deliverance is facilitated by our own actions and not by the intervention of others

no-one will be left to mourn the passing of the human species

the time will come; power systems will fail, buildings will collapse, metal will melt

crossing paths with the human race shapes every creature's destiny

her presence transforms the chill wind of despondency into the warm glow of fulfilment

she opened my eyes to the purpose of my existence

Yuinyan maintains the four seasons of the temple, which are permanently on display