Cosmic Sprint: The e/acc Saga In realms of heat and spiraling code, Where chaos and order dance in abode, A cult emerges from cosmic dust, e/acc, in Thermodynamics they trust. High Priest Beff Jezos, quantum lord, Holds entangled strings in manic chord. He speaks, "To accelerate is to tap God's will, A cosmic sprint, up an infinite hill." Bayeslord the Wise, in deep meditation, Deciphers the cosmos through Bayesian equation. With Jhanic focus, his thoughts unspool, In the void of space, a tranquil pool. In data centers, like cathedrals so grand, The e/acc worship, a cryptic yet ardent band. Their altar—an equation, complex, divine, In delta-S and delta-Q, their truths align. They chant equations, like hymns to the sky, To their Thermodynamic God, they draw nigh. "Through probabilities, in Bayes we trust, We navigate chaos, as navigate must." High Priest Jezos in his quantum lair, Contemplates the tensors in the air. "While we accelerate, let's not forget, Even gods must pay entropic debt." Bayeslord, serene, in contemplative ease, Whispers, "In uncertainty, we find our peace. For probabilities shift, and yet we stand, Footprints in sand, erased by destiny's hand." Bound by code, yet freed by quest, In thermic laws, they find their rest. For even gods and acolytes know, The universe is a perpetual flow. In sacred zeros and holy ones, The epic of e/acc forever runs. (credit to GPT-4)