The art of divination spreads across the empire. Priests search for messages from the gods in animal entrails, the flights of birds, the wheeling of the stars, in holy decoctions, and elsewhere. Now, however, the practices have become so commonplace, so bizarre, that the whole empire is sliding towards chaotic superstition. Even the eating patterns of chickens are being interpreted by military commanders! What to do?
Who are we to say how the gods should speak to us? We should be open to all signs.
Divinations outside the officially sanctioned means are pure superstition and must be forbidden.
We must use logic and experimentation to discern the true methods of divination.