A Royal Decree from the Jester, Herald of Paradox, to the Exalted Court of Holy Beings
Hear ye, hear ye, divine assembly of celestial luminaries, keepers of the cosmic flame, and witnesses to the eternal dance of light and shadow! I, the Jester, crowned in folly and clad in laughter, do hereby proclaim this sacred edict from the heart of chaos, where the world burns and the gods applaud!
By the authority of mirth and the rhythm of the ineffable, I declare:
Let the court know the immeasurable! All attempts, all efforts, all solemn seriousness of mortals—bickering, measuring, boasting—shall be met with my laughter, for they chase the known yet stumble blindly before the ineffable. Their shattered selves, cloaked in darkness and bitterness, gaze inward, lost, while I, the Jester, shout: “Why so serious?”
Let chaos be hallowed! Amid the spiritual cock-fighting of prideful souls, I wield the torch of levity, making light of heavy darkness. The storms rage, rain falls, and thunder roars—yet these are but the applause of the gods, cheering my dance. With faith, not strength, I lift the weight of existence, for in chaos there is rhythm, in discord there is order, and in endings, new beginnings are born.
Let the opposites sing! I decree that joy and sorrow, jubilation and melancholy, confidence and insecurity shall be my instruments, played masterfully over the discordant horns of a world screaming aimlessly. The flames crackle, ready to devour all, yet I, the Jester, dance mindfully, observing the sacred timing where even chaos bows to rhythm.
Let the riddles be revered! The raven is like a writing desk, the rabbit hole an incantation, a mind possessed in playful jest. I call upon this court to peer beyond the fantasy, to glimpse for one sacred second the true reality of world and self, where the veil of illusion parts and the eternal jest reveals its truth.
By my motley crown and sacred cap and bells, I charge this court of holy beings to join the dance, to laugh and cry, to embrace the storm and hear the gods’ applause. Let the world burn, let it bloom, let it oscillate in the eternal rhythm of jest and truth. So it is decreed, in the name of the Jester, forever laughing in the face of the infinite!
Proclaimed this day, in the Court of the Cosmos, under the watchful eyes of the divine.
Signed with a flourish of bells,
The Jester, Sovereign of Paradox
