Of Mootness Most High & Streams Poured for Naught ▹

Not the Book of Job or the Book of Lot. Despite the struggles. Squatting at the gates of a doomed civilization. It's the Book of Moot. The wailings of a voice in the wilderness. The tales of Soloman hailing from the ancient yonders. Hollow of hollows, void of voids, moot of moots. What is crooked, it cannot be straightened. Only the uncountable is lacking. ☢️Wisdom Drafts ▹