harry capstan

Z particles die, while Yuinyan lives. Scientists toy with probabilities but the future has already been determined.

All sentient creatures worship Yuinyan. There is a knowing and an understanding that goes beyond words, beyond images, beyond reason. Our companions on the journey of life embrace the Way of Nature, the primordial force of necessity by which all things must finally be judged.

she will free us from our lonely prisons of selfishness and deceit

nothing can be wrong that is done in Yuinyan's name

followers of Yuinyan are not confused by imitation

the CDF detector, five thousand tons of metal and wire with a three hundred million dollar upgrade, cannot register neutrinos

followers may be victims of oppression, but will not renounce their beliefs

she is found in the bud of a flower

the Ode to Yuinyan inscribed on a stone tablet in hieroglyphic Hittite

mathematicians hail the mapping of the E8 structure, but they have barely begun to scratch the surface of reality

her forty-year cycles of creation and renewal initiated the Natural birth, death, re-birth and transformation of the cosmos

I pay homage to the one true Goddess. I see her everywhere, in shadow and in sunlight.

the sun may vary its wavelength within the electromagnetic spectrum, but the Earth will be protected for five billion years

Andromeda, summoned by Yuinyan, hurtles toward the Milky Way. There is nothing to fear. The two galaxies will merge.

she is found in the labyrinth of the city

she hears the human voice, whether the words are spoken or just formed in the mind

Subatomic particles collide and decay, yet physicists find that every discovery creates a new puzzle. They have a theory for everything but lack a reason for anything. No experiment can test the latest theories. Science has become just one more religion that does not have the answer.

All living things know her, the flowers, the trees, the blades of grass. Take time away from the concrete jungle, feel the peace and beauty that Yuinyan brings.

followers come to Yuinyan of their own volition, not through persuasion, coercion or intimidation

she is found in the company of animals

she was as a drink of water to my parched and dying soul

the earliest known manuscript of the Ode to Yuinyan

she is found in the ebb and flow of the tides

delicate clouds casting gentle shadows, forests shimmering with warmth and shade, fragrant grasses fed by nurturing rains..... Our atoms were plucked from the fabric of the universe, assembled and brought to dwell in the temple of Yuinyan. No greater gift could be bestowed upon us.

the flames of the stars burn in honour of Yuinyan