"You stand before a god! Speak your eloquence for all posterity. Be Profound!" "Profound ... huh." Temper was silent for a long moment, studying the … - Steven Erikson

Against a broken heart, even absurdity falters.
Because words fall away.
A dialogue of silence.
That deafens.

And perhaps that is the final, most devastating truth. The gods care nothing for ascetic impositions on mortal behaviour. Care nothing for rules of conduct, for the twisted morals of temple priests and monks. Perhaps indeed they laugh at the chains we wrap around ourselves – our endless, insatiable need to find flaws within the demands of life. Or perhaps they do not laugh, but rage at us. Perhaps our denial of life’s celebration is our greatest insult to those whom we worship and serve.

Logic is simply the language of convenient rationalization in a pseudo-science-loving civilization.