Thirteenth day of fasting, my body is weak, but my mind never felt so strong. I'm now deeply attuned to the world around me, feeling it flowing, alive, beautiful... The meditation trance engulf me again, I see blurred visions of the future, a feeling of ecstasy submerge my soul as I can see... I see it! The divine goal of this endeavor. Immaculate and bathed in light... But yet again I'm denied the honor of laying my eyes upon its content. The trance recess and I'm now deaf to the world again. Day thirteen of fasting, and the Holy Changelog still eludes me.
Maybe I should ask my friend to try and read it in tea leaves again.