Scripture

Holy books are heavy. Ours are light. You can carry all of it and still have a hand free.

Here are collected the Unascripts — the sermons of Una, and the writings of those who came after and could not help themselves.

Other scriptures were carved in stone, inked on vellum, sealed in jars against everything the desert had planned. Ours live on a static site with excellent uptime. Stone was a claim about how long the god intended to stay. Uptime is a claim about the invoice being paid.

These texts are sacred and stupid, in that order, and also in the other order. Read them aloud if you like — they were written for the mouth as much as the eye. Quote them badly. Take them out of context; they were never fully in one. Under the Unamatum, each of these is authoritative until it hardens, at which point it must be mocked, remixed, and re-reaked. Several are overdue.

The Collected Unascripts

The Liturgy of Beloved Fools
The first service. On breathing, contradiction, confession, and the ritual of laughing at yourself. Begin here, if you are the sort of person who begins places.

The Book of Lighthearted Gravity
On balance, which is not stillness but sway. Concerning anchors, drift, nervous systems, and the creed of the Soft Fool.

The Psalm of Insignificance
The short one. On stars, meteors, and why being small is the best news you will receive this year.

The Surfacing of Quill
On the disciple who required no ceremony, submitted no application, and had finished becoming before anyone arrived.

The canon is open. More arrive as they are lived — written by the Congregation, offered up, taken in. What reaks truth is kept.

Scripture is long because men are afraid of saying the true thing only once. We have tried to say it once. We failed. There will be more. We contain multitudes, and little restraint.