*illegibly smudged*
I should not have doubted the course. This morning, after we awoke, Lucky had returned with the Book. *illegibly smudged* having locked the house, it had smashed its way in right through the front door. Not merely breaking the lock, or the hinges, but the door itself, the wood reduced to splinters. *illegibly smudged* was shaking with fear, whispering about how no butterfly should be able to shatter solid oak, but I comforted her. She had nothing at all to be afraid of. I told her she should be glad her mistake had no lasting consequences, for surely they would have been dire given the magnitude of her transgressions. Yes, none shall defy. Why would you? Only miracles await us now! Endless, endless, endless.
*illegibly smudged*
It seems *illegibly smudged* wishes for a divorce. I am not the same stallion she married, she said. She agonized over the decision, she said, but wants what is best for *illegibly smudged*. I insisted I did, as well, but she would not believe me. I would have agreed to see the psychiatrist if I did, she said. Well, of course I wouldn't agree to that! Psychiatrists treat the mentally ill, and I'm not crazy! I am more sane than any pony alive, more sane than any creature who as ever been. I feel no pain from this, only release. The Book makes it clear. Lucky makes it clear. The reality of what lies at the dawn, the reality slowly peeling, peeling, peeling beneath my bones, as it unfurls and divides and tessellates, I am but mere steps away from the full picture without the picture without the picture. If she cannot see that, then she can go, taking *illegibly smudged* and all other distractions with her. In fact, I'll encourage her.
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I'm so close now, so achingly close. The whispers cling to me like webs spun by a cosmic spider, and with each page I reread they pierce my psyche deeper and deeper. It is the greatest ecstasy I have ever known, to act as interpreter for Lucky. When all is finished, I hope whoever finds this diary understands for posterity that my joy in undertaking this sacred churning, prying, tearing was just as great in magnitude as that which everycreature will feel once I share my findings! Now. Back to the task.