"Tell me again," the toad asked. "Why do you want to survive?"
Reality is a festering hallucination, consciousness a sickness, and the cosmos a mindless, writhing absurdity. A Tincture of Thorns is not a book of wisdom-it is a book about the illusion of wisdom, a manual of detachment, decay, and deliberate confusion.
Expanding on the themes of The Mask and the Void, but standing on its own, this is a philosophy for those who refuse the game, a collection of dark aphorisms, paradoxes, and provocations for those who suspect that meaning itself is the greatest trap of all.
Can you see the joke? Can you unsee it?
A Tincture of Thorns is for those who stand at the edge of the abyss-not seeking salvation, but learning how to laugh into the void.