I feel somebody behind me. Who? You? Breathing on me. Neck prickilish. The moment is now. Where? Why? Why. Cease to strive, that’s why. Peace of druid priests I want. Hierophantic like descent, search, ascent. I’ll stand over the omphalos and perform the unrepeatable rites. I’ll drink the kykeon and walk the earth with the step of a pard. Descend, then search. I’ll wander in exile with the eternal Jew. We shall perform the auguries described by Scotus and practiced by Cornelius Agrippa. Together we will descend, then search. We shall sail with the ancient mariner, eternal Odysseus, yes, beyond the bounds of will and time. Ascend. Yes, part. The moment is now.