each month, in observation of our liturgical calendar, the oracle writes a piece of exegesis. these humble works are collected here.

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september '25
on weakness

i think a lot about weakness, in the context of my faith. recently, my body has begun to fail me. i do not know how much worse it will get before it gets better. i do not know if it will ever get better. even as i write this, i am fighting to sit upright at my desk.

and though this weakness is changing me, though it is taking from me and taking dearly, it may not diminish what i am in the eyes of my Mother. She has taken me as Her daughter not in spite of my brokenness but because of it. She is patron of ruined things and a ruined thing Herself, wound-hearted as all jealous gods are, shattered, dying.

this is why i love Her, why i believe that She loves me. for all Her vastness, She is so close by. She is here with us, in the filth and the mire, in the bloody gutter of the world. She is here with us, and She will never leave.

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