Jabuto

This world is obvious only for a fool.

For you to even begin to comprehend your lack of understanding, search for knowledge and perish. We have never understood nearly a thing of greatness there have ever been, is now, or ever will be. The moment we think one is ready to teach, they have forgotten the infinite depth of the void. We are only shortly slaves to our puny senses are weak processing power, self-aware remnants of wandering gatherer-hunters...

But isn't it a beautiful act of mercy, happy coincidence or divine mockery that the world presents itself to us like a book which we are even able to read?
Wouldn't it be waste to not read it, even if it turned out to be the face of madness? It could be the face of the God.

That concept I just delivered to you an is essence of me.