Sermon III The Genesis, Words of Monkeys and Lambs. (Discere docendo)
After swinging metaphor by its tail and leaving only the fools and the Mad
with answers, I Jean X, sing you into "no" song! Lo, for it is both without wont and lamentation. It is the “no” song of heralding insight, the tintinnabulation of Eris’ bosom-bell.

Quoth the Oracle: "A transformation gives hidden help to a blueprint."
I ask unto ye: what is this “blueprint” you seek so?

HARK: Monkeys and Lambs (Promotor fidei) of the movement-- Come! Deconstruct "construct" become freedom itself! Seek not this “sought understanding.” For when the moon rises and you realize nothing, you will gnash your teeth like one of the four Beasts. Be not angered, for as Horace spoke stupidly: “anger is a brief insanity.” Laugh! Tickle Eris with your own feathered Words and warm yourself by the fire of a common Sermon. Ramble with your frothing words of poetic filth!

Exoteric Conjecture (III), The words of monkey:

Yes, seek godling understanding.
It who nothing seeketh.
Years at their seek - comprehension, disappointment.
JéanX, behold, you.
Aye, others non-I your comprehension seek.
"Wise" heed: Thy attention last, never will.
Yea! Search beyond.

As the movement has “grown” like a starved child, it has become necessary to render forth the division of the bequeathed following.

Hail to the following Promotor fidei whose words lull even the tamest doe.

QUEEN INDRA of the DISTANT ISLE: [link]

MONKEY-POPES:
Leenos of the Toaster Smacks [link]
Markee of the Diaboli [link]
Seven Digit of the Sequential Arts [link]

LAMB-POPES:
A Fiery Boom of Realms Fantastic [link]
FaeriX of the Northern Reaches [link]
Keykey of the Open Eyes [link]

Rise, Monkeys, Lambs, and drink from the “cup.”
And now, “before” I depart, I must ask all: Suntne vacci laeti? For, if not, treat them well and do not eat them: they too are popes.