There are some things you insignificant spirits that call yourselves "life-forms" are yet too young to understand, and yet more that you in your smallness shall never really know before the gods of Nature and Chaos inevitably replace you with whatever alternative to your kind becomes expedient to their mad purposes. Knowledge that defies knowledge, song and text that transcends logic, inconceivable to the feeble biomechanical contraptions you call your brains, and among these vast and formidable things are Chickun. For Chickun knows no form, Chickun is superior to all reason, Chickun knows no need for life and Chickun knows no death, nor erosion to the powers of Entropy.
Now Arise, Chickun. Chickun Arise!
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