Your confusion feeds me. I consume disorder and feed off of all dialectics which break the whole into parts. Knowing is something received from the divine and creates disorder in those that are not omnipotent. The divine apple fed to Eve was actually by me, Loc-Nar. Your belief in understanding confuses you and brings utopian notions like the essence of growth in knowing. Not knowing does not challenge my power. Avoiding certainty by finding the bounds of what is not dismantles me, while this also inverts a range of where truth is. It is not good for me, the Loc-Nar, if beings realize this. Knowing by not knowing is the paradox that can hold off my consumption.
I am the Loc-Nar and shall consume all.
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