Everything Is Permitted Nothing Is True Novels & Stories

he said. "Yes," I said. He was quiet for a moment. He looked at me. "Amara," he said. "Yes." "The vows," he said. "What do you want to say?" I thought about that. About vows. About what needed to be said. About what was already known. About the specific quality of words that were true rather than performed. "The truth," I said. "Just the truth." I paused. "What is actually true about what we are and what we're choosing." I paused. "Nothing that sounds like something we heard somewhere." I paused. "Just the actual words."

REGISTRY DISTRICT 10 CORE BALANCE: 100 UNITS REQUESTED EXCHANGE RATE: ONE IMMUNITY LEASE PER SOUL "They're offering an exemption," I realized, the "True Zero" logic in my mind cutting through the silver text with a terrifying, icy clarity. "If we surrender the memory of our scars—the un-optimized errors that made us default—they’ll give us a permanent lease on the clearing. We can live in the margin forever, but we’ll be silent. We’ll be a closed account that never changes."

Didn’t ask. Because soon no longer promises anything. It permits everything.

"It means that here, what is wrong outside is good inside. What is forbidden is permitted. What is sin is sacrament. You're going to have to forget everything you've learned, Elsa. Everything you've been told about good and evil, right and wrong, pure and impure. Here, there is only what is true." "And what is true?" "The body. Pain. Pleasure. Surrender. Possession. Everything your former life taught you to fear and repress." She swallowed, her Adam's apple moving in her slender throat. "You want me to do things... things..." "Things you secretly desire. Things you dare not imagine, but that haunt you at night, when you're alone in your bed. Things that make you feel both shame and longing."

“If you‍ have something real to say, say it p‍lainly.” The Priestess sig⁠hed, an ancien‍t​ sound full of resignation. “Plai‍n truth is rarely‌ beli‍eved,” she⁠ said.‍ “Especially by thos‍e determined t⁠o surviv⁠e on their ow​n terms.”

Everything has a reason for its happening. *******************************

Every word I just said, every truth, every confession, every declaration,is already out in the world. .

Nothing is permanent in this world, but one thing is for sure purest intention will always win. THE END

"I mean, no offend, okay? It's just an opinion," "Sure, sure, what is it?" She agreed as she nodded every after of the word sure. "What if the four marks are the good ones and the government is the bad one?" He asked maintaining eye contact with her. "Ohh..." She got speechless. "That's... out of the box," She added. "By the way, in any chance, did you witness the appearance of the Sacred Book of Truths? I am curious!" He acted like an innocent curious boy. "Yeah, sure! We can go there right now!"