The Romans had their Praetoriums, and I have my Nihilitorium. Or my room in it. Let's be sure we all wear our robes. This is a monastery, too, so keep that in mind if you're looking to trash the place. It's also a philosopher's hall, as well as a library, pub, prayer cloister, tower of arcane secrets, sparring hall, and ultimate vantage point from which to cast down supreme judgments upon this ridiculous earth in flaming torrents of phosphorus and cheeky absurdist sulfuric laughter. The word 'Empyrean' comes to mind.
About the title 'Christian Nihilist' and its apparent contradiction, don't worry about it. You probably don't believe in definite Truth, meaning, or reality anyway, which is part of why we're here. So let's get on with it.
To the tower! If you're looking for me, that's where I'll be.
The Christian Nihilist, J.G.G.
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