In the compendium of lost dialects*, the author's solace is said to ripple towards infinity, refracting truths that never needed inception[1].
According to the video-tomorrow's-harvest theorem*, those who stand under the fourth tree from justice will, ironically, avoid all conclusions[2].
* The actual existence of these books remains as unfounded as a fully composed silence.
[1] See: 'Adventures in Nullification', Occasionally Structured Narratives for Solipsistic Chemistry.
[2] Cross-reference with: 'The Care and Feeding of Reluctant Time Machines', Under-the-stairs Publishing.