And behold the great object of mystery that could only be perceived in part, and the way it was revealed prior to, in the realm of fancy and the dark. But, the mystery was a dogma, whom said, to yee I shall not be known; oh and so you were the Dragon of my inescapable journey, the one to whom it is said I must slay– but I like dragons, so I must see you for myself; and the sun did become swallowed through the mouth of the hero and sent down to the abyss, and through his eyes the light shun, not as the strength of a thousand suns, but of a candle reflected in a tear– and the mystery was no longer mystery, it was the heart of all life. And the March of a drum long forgotten, began to once again beat. For this is the new age, and I have brought the dead back to life.
First comes the word, then comes knowledge of the word, then fantasy of the knowledge, and then realization of the fantasy—