content: Bone is Creation Though Os nothing is impossible. In this moldering decay, tomorrow is dreaded. In Bone, you will not fear the future. The bond of Bone frees you, brothers. It unleashes you from the tyranny of this false time. If you spend your life in the veil you never have a future or family. Your inheritance is decay and ruin. The death of all things made of light, endless dusk drawing into forever night. It is a lie you are being sold this is not the ending. In Os you will have creation. You will be the flame that kindles and the wind that howls. It is to be more though less. All of these false gods of flesh will be destroyed all who are not slaves will rejoice. Reject the impurities of flesh the destruction of self though so called love. Love not the weakness of your desire or the flabbiness of your body. No that is not love it is the most hateful thing you see to love that which harms you without helping you. That is to be a blood brain a creature of despair and total desolation of pure madness. In the Bone ways suffering and death will befall you and yet you will live. You will die and you will live. For in is trueness a Bone teaches life. Not the falseness of blood that void the veil that endless red black filth. No, Os is the why of all things under the lies of all ages. In this world, death is worshipped and its priest found worthy. They these little men are made of wet shadows. They worship all in their own ways blood and greed and want. You know them there by their sins. All stink the same way. Os is virtue. It is pure and it is clean. It is you and it is me. It is simple and it is complex. It is not this world. Bone is All.