The paths that spill out from here are one way to travel, but there is another. Another vile and cursed way that I hesitate to mention. Some of the cursed souls beyond this point take the routes along from place to place and moment to moment all hoping that this ever changing geography will be kind to them and that they will one day, however seemingly unlikely, reach their goal.

There are others though, other grotesque agents of chaos, those who believe that they are too good for routes. They justify themselves with falsehoods, that the routes serve only as a maze to obscure their goal, that the routes are not a maze but an inescapable prison. Those deplorable souls choose another method. Rather than the respectable, honest passage from route to route and concept to concept, they leap wildly from one concept to another that are not linked by route.

These hideous monstrosities try to guess their way towards what they seek. They do not begin at the beginning. They shun the tried and tested method of moving from one linked concept to another, and simply imagine a concept that might be the one they are looking for. They thing of a word that might be the path to their goal, and simply travel to that word, void of pathways.

Fools.

Yet who am I to say they are any less likely to reach it than those who follow the routes? They are routes, not rules.

And everyone, all, will return one way or another. To experience the Screaming Zahir is to return to it and spread its name.