I am a servant of the ancient way.

My number is one, two, three, four, five, six and seven.

These are the most ancient numbers I have heard.

I see the concavity of the edge,

I sense the symmetry of the heavens and the earth.

The spirits are around me and with me.

I do not notice them but they are with me now.

There is only truth,

All other things are lies.

This is logic.

I am a servant of the unchanging way,

The hawk is on my arm, the lion sleeps at my side,

The tiger guards my bed.

The crocodile is my unsleeping vigilance.

An ellipse is perfection,

Its value is nature is an approximation.

This shows we cannot know the mind of the universe.

This is logic.

Loquacious, dimorphic nebulae,

Sublime Paradoxical,

Symphonic fall from which ascent,

My eyes to see the blue sea

My eyes to feel the fresh wind

My mind for the blue sky

My heart for the Golden Dawn

Glory to Horus,]

Worship Osiris if you would, or should]

Beauty is Isis]

Mind perceives matter,

Mind then controls matter,

This is Logic.

I am a servant of the unchanging way

I am legion, particle in the infinity of space.

I must be ascension,

I must climb mountain peaks to find clean and fresh air.

The cold air cleans my thoughts and I become aware,

I sense the truth around me,

I give this truth no name; there are no things other than this truth.

All other things are lies.

This is logic

This is the way, and this way is always the way and it has never changed and it never will

There can be no other way except this way.

This is logic.

This is truth.

The sun rises above my head and is set.

I am illuminated.

The moon follows the path of my outstretched arms,

I raise a pillar of salt,

I draw the motions of the tides in the sands,

This was his mantra,

At five hundred and twenty two thousand feet above the asteroid dome,

In this Compartment sits this Quasar.

He is a priest, a hermit, an initiate into secret and arcane knowledge.

It has no value now, this most ancient knowledge,

This first secret divined by the mind of man.

It is forgotten except in dim memories of the heart and awe,