"My good men and women, I teach you: God is dead.

Ah, but I see wide eyes and wider mouths! 'Could it be possible?' you think. 'This holy man has come to our wilds to preach the Death of God?' Ahh, my good men and women, but I say, 'Could it be possible? That these warriors and saints in their forest have not heard that God is dead?'

Close your eyes and still your tongues, good men and women! Could things be any different? If your spirits were truly all-powerful, why is your world so full of hardship? Why diseases, evil men, and the hardships of this world? God is dead, I say. God lived once, but by his love for all things hath God died. Stay, and I will teach!

Once, before any and all things, God lived. He was She, and She He--two in one, as the two lobes of your brains make one. God's majesty and power was as endless as the deep oceans and skies, as powerful as the very sun--indeed, more than my pitiful and mortal attempts at metaphors can speak! Yet, God was alone. With infinite love and care, God had nothing to love but Himself.

Thus God began His work. With nothing but His Great Love for us all did he work, and nothing to work with but his very self. In His many eyes, sweeping past and forward in time and space, he saw us and knew of us, each and every one of us, as He knows every blade of grass and little flower. He made the two worlds for us, this one and the world Beyond the Veil where our spirits fly when released from form. There dwell the many spirits, like the ones who aid your tribe against its foes. Alas, that no spirits exist but a fraction of God's might! But such was his will, for in Love did He make us of Himself, and by making unmake Himself.

Ah, I hear objections now from some! How can such a powerful God not be powerful enough to make without unmaking Himself? Proud fool! And how many of your own women have died in sacred childbirth, proud doubter? Make but an iota of God's work before you doubt! Yet, I shall speak the truth: for his love for us did God leave not one grain of himself unspent. What good parent would do otherwise?

Thus, I teach you: all are fragments and shards of our dead God. You wish to know why life can be cruel, why men slay and hurt, why women die in creating? God is dead. We are children without our parents, who could neither live while He lived nor live without His presence. Thus, I and the church from which I hail act in His stead, to repay the Great Debt.

Ah, the Great Debt! For as every child owes obedience to his parents for the very privilege of life, so we owe our debt to God! Yet, God is dead! Who, then, to repay? I teach you, good men and women, repay his shards and his sons! For is it not wisdom that credits be passed from father to son? I teach you, good men and women, the five tenets following from the Great Debt:

I teach you Great Love, to love others as God loved you, such that you are willing to go unto death for your fellow shards! Yea, for the paradises beyond the Veil, made for us by God in his love, will not be closed for one who practices it in turn!

I teach you Great Prudence, to take only what you must. Hunt only to feed, lean against another only as you must, live within your means. Do not be so quick to accumulate further debt upon the Great Debt you owe to God!

I teach you Great Justice, to right the wrongs and settle debts for those shards who have turned their eyes from God and the love which bore them.

I teach you Great Mercy, to be merciful in your justice and forget not that you are brothers and sisters from the same all-loving God! Punish as a father to his children, not a ruthless executioner.

I teach you Great Peace, for war is a calamity in the eyes of our God. What father would wish to see his sons fighting amongst themselves? And what sons would we be if we defy his wishes simply because He has passed away? Strike not against your brother, Good Sons!

By these ways you surely will not be barred from the gates of Paradise."