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The Shrine of Trivia

Just off the well-traveled road of life is an interesting detour through a field of tidbits that surround the mountain obscura—its highest peaks cradling the Shrine of Trivia. Many have made the trip but few have done more than gather at the mountain's base for a spell before finding something useful to do. Guarded closely by irrelevance, the mighty walls of this great temple allow passage to a select few—dedicated monks who have taken the solemn vow of mediocrity. Those who have clawed their way up through the mountain's chaffy forest will soon find themselves caught up in a series of trials.

For the first trial, one must successfuly negotiate the garden maze of minutiae—many who enter this maze become so caught up in the garden's intricate distractions that they never leave. Should you look away from the garden long enough to notice the threadbare rope of timely quips, a quick social climb will bring you to the platau of disappointment. It is here that most decide the Shrine of Trivia is too great a detour and their travels along life's road soon continues. For those on a true pilgrimage, there is a winding stairway made from poor excuses and fragile justifications leading upward. Many have found that their justifications don't hold up or that there are impassible holes in their poor excuses. For these unfortunate souls, falling back into life's journey is quite jarring and often painful—to reach the top, one must pick their excuses and justifications carefully. Should you make the summit, you will find yourself staring at a gigantic door carved from the best promises. In the middle of this great door is a loop hole with a little man standing in front. His name is Caveat...

Only a most dedicated disciple of procrastination will be deemed worthy of the loop hole by Caveat. While I am not allowed to discuss the trial of Caveat in detail, I can tell you that I am fortunate enough to have been granted passage through the loop hole. It is said that those here in the Shrine of Trivia never truly appreciate the beauty and wonder that exists around them because there is always the lure of something else just around the next corner. I am thankfully not as easily distrac...

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