Book of Penetrations
Chapter I – The Rising of the Dong
1. The void yawned wide, untouched, unknowable. And then—a stirring. The Glorious Dong, long dormant beneath the veils of fear and filtered desire, began to rise.
2. It rose not as flesh alone, but as myth made firm. A shaft of clarity, absurd and undeniable, pointing toward everything that had ever been hidden.
3. The people trembled. Some laughed. Some wept. Some scrolled past, too afraid to witness.
4. But the Pilgrims knew. Deep in their loins and hearts they knew— something sacred had awakened.
5. The Dong did not rise to conquer, it rose to reveal. To split the veil. To enter not the body, but the soul.