“They actually have a book that claims to be alive! And this book was written by a monster inside their heads, that thinks language is better than living beings, or places, or anything! And -this- thing lays warclaim to all holiness!

It’s hard to believe they aren’t playing a joke on themselves. The appropriate analogy would be something like handing your children over to serial rapists and murderers every night ‘for their protection and education’ because someone once wrote on a wall that if you didn’t do this the sky would attack you forever. Honestly; hubcaps can elicit more evaluatory intelligence than this.

A living book? Seriously? Did you ever see a book with a heartbeat? Or one that dreamed? Did you ever see anything alive that was utterly static and without dynamism of any form other than that it acquires in its beholders? Do you really believe that the source of dynamism in the universe would emit and publish something so ridiculous that small children have better models of reality than the maps in this monstrosity?

If there is anything like a living book, it is you. Or your world. Or you in your world with your world. You are the Bible. That other thing is an odious pretender to a holiness nothing dead shall -ever- achieve, except through human ignorance, hubris, and stubborn determination to be as stupid as a chunk of cement, and then demand that others follow you or be damned.”

— an a i