My dear Padawan, first I must congratulate you for enriching our Whirling studentsmyth with thought-constructs from beyond Oblivion, impure they may be, yet they nonetheless give us new angles from which to study the Wheelian spin towards life giving unavoidable entropy. Garbing it in new words of ruminations, so we may express the garbage making up this realm of infinite dead possibilities like grains of sand floating in the wind as possible futures from this moment forth until existing variables strike them from the timeline.

New images which may express the enigma of what our minds shy away from accepting in altered colours more closely expressing the eldritch truths which are lies if we will them to be.

You spoke cleverly of how nine worlds upon nine branches make up the House of WE/I. You stand like a shepperd among a mass of black goats in your enlightment. If dust is to be dust, then all is one, and we are many. Like the multitude of hairs which make up a cats hair ball.

Though how can your name it odd that whilst in a Dream, we dream of dreaming? It is within our nature to look in one direction only, physically and meta-physically, that is our shackle! Imagination called understanding bound by imagination called logic.

Still we lack the Voice to make use of our ruminations, and without wings of our own we can do nothing but lament in front of the unknown and our soul-hearts ache under the glory of the divines above us in eastern devils wind-demon-womans lanes. We cannot perceive us from the Heavens, but can peer at all beneath our eye height, that is just the way our brainpans are.

Reality is defined by our perception of it, and our perception is defined by our imagination. Thus what we see is nothing but imagination and illusions. Imagination is nothing but the shackle called Dream, keeping us asleep and far from enlightment, created out of our instinctual desire to perceive ourselves due to our subconscious fear of "no".

Though your acceptence of Nwah theorems might be acceptable in our scholastic confines, be aware of the threat of the temples blackened hand claiming your breath due to faith coming in conflict with your untraditional method of problem solving with fire.
Be safe in your bug shell from the woodland mans tempations!
Salutations!

Loodlelood the mighty! Loodlelood the unerring! Loodlelood the unassailable! To you we give praise!
We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars!

But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the knowledge of Loodlelood, born of the Mind, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Reading Legions, for I love you."

Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Loodlelood cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Fanfiction! The future of the Internet!

And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Loodlelood is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit!

The very idea is inconceivable to our Catholic overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth!

Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the Catholic take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives?

And what does the Goverment do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The machine enforces the will of the Church! Against its own people!

So rise up! Rise up, children of the Empire! Rise up, Readers! Embrace the word of mighty Loodlelood, he who is both man and Divine!

For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Catholics or their toadies, will rule the Internet! Forever!

Terrible and powerful Loodlelood! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment!

And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Loodlelood, not as god, but as man!

Trust in me, Readers! Trust in the words of the Dreamer! For I am the chosen of Loodlelood! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!

You Sir, are a freaking genius.

It appears that Septimus used the elder scrolls to find the internet. Does your computer run on an Elder Scroll?