To Discover The Mode Of

The Heaventree Of Stars Hung With Humid Nightblue Fruit.

Gazing Up Into The Darkness I Saw Myself As A Creature Driven And Derided By Vanity; And My Eyes Burned With Anguish And Anger.

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.

And The First Till Last Alshemist Wrote Over Every Square Inch Of The Only Foolscap Available, His Own Body, Till By Its Corrosive Sublimation One Continuous Present Tense Integument Slowly Unfolded All Marryvoising Moodmoulded Cyclewheeling History.

Thanks Be To God We Lived So Long And Did So Much Good.