Face to face

Face the looking glass

Steeply fallen in scried sacred mirror blackening

Lost in Ost-in-Edhil's bonds, in bondage

Of our own cunning and device

Everyone is mad here

From west to east

From pole to pole, the shadow spreads wide

To embrace the light

Run Alice Run…please wake up Alice… barbeloah closes in

'has anybody seen Sophia lately?'

someone quickly, invoke nuit, or hell, even evoke nuit -- no time to be wasted

("…or bast for that matter…")

is it cheating to let the screen saver run the evocation mantra for you in and endless scroll of text?

"of course it's cheating

"but delegating is good, in that it helps teach the machines to think for themselves…"

'oh, now I get it…'

goddammit osiris, follow that rabbit

ulnen bequeaths to the most purposefully moved, the anointed oil of the invisible lamp,

the flame unquenchable, the unbeheld Eru blossoming iris in the bowels of mind

elentari calls in the veils of anarrima from the twilights in the greyspells passes beyond the dominions sightless in the old age first from Ainulindale

look second, right, above and below the signs, glistening silver and dewy in the ink, Crawl into view of the brightening dawn this morn.

Amongst the virtue of the Mai'a, seldom resides the ease of the sort wrought by personal attentions from without. the greatest of gifts is rarely handed easily to those who strive to behold its secrets ever too deeply. precious is the touch of a lasting compassion to the heart burned up by its own intensity. Sacrifice has torn the thought of permanency in pleasure from the dwelling of the servant.

Trade the glory of all heavens and the valors of her Angels and the riches of her keeps for the hand of the single honest girl. the daughter of elysium is the brightest gem and its most closely guarded treasure.

V.I.T.R.I.O.L.

The heights of the white pillars pale beneath the summit of pure affection

Somewhere is the hidden chamber's of the undiscovered catacombs in the country unknown, wherein resides Sophia. make haste daughter to help undo the knotty Sphinx's riddle, before the kingdom perishes in loneliness

For without the blemish of longing for dust upon dust, the White Mountain crumbles.