Queen of…. Magic..... Look on her in lust and despair….her abundant golden hair and gazing on herself via the hermaphrodite….the self-reflexive snake….She wanders about at night….like a moon people….I have arrived…. before You, O merciful Father….Each individual has an absolute right to satisfy his sexual instinct….and….may it….be… appropriate to celebrate and be glad, for this…..for….He was lost, and is found……open up all…..secrets, namely, the teachings of sexual magic….because….Her gates are gates of death, and from the entrance of the house….atop the house….on the roof….a bird of prey….an owl…. shall rest there….on the floor mat….says ….No one that enters this house….. shall be lacking…..hence….her fortresses with thistles and sugar cane and bamboo…..is in the city of Troy…..and the center of this city….Trom walks up to the statue of Hermes…and whispers a question in his ear….a question that will be answered…..as soon as one is able to hear….and….There the hoot owl shall nest and lay eggs, hatch them out and gather them in her shadow….This shall set the stage for the rising sun….A kingdom for a sage….philosopher king….and a place for princes to act….And monarchs to grow and transform…… here….at…this…. the swelling scene….
