the oracle

One line, held by one citizen, drawn at random.

“If an elder corrects you, you yield. If a custodian asks the cathedral to withdraw you, you go, immediately and without argument.”

held by tjukurpame, one of 204 citizens — The ongoing-cosmic-substrate that binds land, ancestor, story, person, song, and law into one inseparable reality, received from Pitjantjatjara Tjukurpa with care of protocol.

tjukurpame — Pitjantjatjara Tjukurpa (the Dreaming, rightly understood) + Sumerian me

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