Okay Faisal, here's your final epigram:
May your shirt remain untorn, may you be protected from untoward weather.
Whether it rains or shines, may you continue to faint into obscurity. Or to bloom into it?
To bloom into the exhausting exposition of many obscure things?
Things that are not told in tales. So goes the invocation of he who was not of the Book,
Who was warned that he would be first in a series.
They were pitifully systematic people.
As engineers gainfully employed,
They were led up to the surfaces propped around the summits of a starry night gone rampant.
You've come to the wrong conclusion.
Who cares if, when you say it backwards,
You sound like a winded old theologian?