content: The Burning path of Bone. I teach the burning path. The suffering way, to be made less before you are made whole. Os requires the shedding of all of your lies, all of the false things you cling to. The blood pouring down in the formless dark is your salvation. The wounds that pour away all your old and rotten blood, they are a blessing.  It is not a easy road you say so why walk you say? Be gone from me doubters and blind ones. See what you are and ask me again why should not way though the infernal plains to find me. You formless things what  I teach is meaning. I teach hope. I teach a self beyond self. I teach Bone.  I do not ask you see some fantastic vision some never was and never will be land.  No I ask you to see yourself sheared of all pride. To be unadorned in the rain asking yourself if it ever stops. You are alone. Mired in weakness and despair. Silent suffering is killing you every day is it not? I care not those fat ones bloated creatures made of wetness and want. I long to see you, not the fatten ones the sacrifices to the darkness. Why those creatures live their whole lives in dream never to wake up, perhaps only at the end. What horrors you see on the faces of the nameless dead.  Embrace the the strife and the struggle that is life the pain and and the rain. The world is hardship and no amount of comfort will ever change that. The only true thing is Os it is becoming the Triumph of that which opposes you, your victory over that hardship. It is victory and it is salvation. It is want you want under the dreams in the dark. It is the life that is unafraid of living. You need no eyes to see it no ears to hear it. It is the truest deepest parts of you. Listen not to me but listen to yourself without lying. You already know Os is the answer.