To humans the Pancreator's mandate was given. To humans the Prophet's truths were bequeathed. To humans the Diaspora was decreed, that all the universe be seeded and furrowed to the glory of the Pancreator's chosen.
Shall we now truck with those freakish chimeras whom the Pancreator has intended merely as obstacles to righteousness? Shall we open our ears to the siren-whispers of those whose inner corruption exceeds even the loathliness of their outer countenance?
