This is your last chance.

Whatever brought you to this moment, wherever or however or in whatever form you've found these words, this is your last chance to turn back. Toss the magazine in the shredder. Close the book and put it back on the shelf. Log off and erase the history list from your browser. Do this and maybe -maybe- you'll be able to go back to the life you used to live.

I can't guarantee that. But I can guarantee that if you don't stop now, if you don't give up on the idea of seeing things you're not supposed to see and learning things you're not supposed to learn, you're bound to reach the point of no return. You'll reach it sooner than you expect, too. Then you won't be able to live in the same world that everyone else does. You'll want to -God how you'll want to- but it won't be possible.

I've come to realize there are no answers, only more questions. Finding the truth is not a reasonable goal. The best you can hope for is to achieve some sense of how much you don't know. And that's the second thing I have to tell you. You think you're searching for hidden truths. But you will never find the truth. You won't. Each mystery will only lead to more mysteries. It's a labyrinth with no exit, and the door you entered isn't there any more. It goes against every instinct in the human brain, but if you want to survive, you have to make peace with the fact that all your questioning and searching and attempts to make sense of it are doomed. The best you can hope to do is record what details you can, and wonder at them.

Each shadow conceals only more shadows.

This is your final warning.