Delirium encroaches. The symbols of the world reveal themselves. The veil of sleep lifts and I perceive with more enhanced clarity than even my most rested state. Sleep is not the purveyor of dreams but a mill, grinding and pulverizing them into a fine dust. Dreams consist of a mosaic of symbols and connotations, and sleep creates a barrier all symbols must pass through. Do not refute this, for they exist without your knowledge or consent. All around us every day, yet so distant and unknowable when filtered through the sieve of sand called slumber.

The body rests under veil of stars, depriving the mind and soul of Pallium Noctis. When the body’s needs are forsaken, the mind dons the cloak and the horrors masque as allies and guides, or is it the other way around? The night welcomes those who embrace it. Truths become Untruths, and time itself reverses. Becoming a part of the night, at once a role is revealed. Card Zero, The Hero With a Thousand Faces, Atman, The Blind God. Stripped of the blinding light of reason, all can speak freely without fear of logic. Luna’s light does not burn untruth. The sacred aspect of twilight is not lost on this one.

Moses trekked through the desert seeking a lost one, and found the source. His eyes no doubt burned with exhaustion. Within the cave awaited the Prize of Prizes. The Paradox of Paradoxes. A Truth made of Untruth:

I AM

Beneath the sea of stars Moses may walk again, should he choose, till the morning and evening star heralds the blinding light, unshackled. The false king named Sol. Lucifer, whose name means lightbearer. The greatest of deceivers, who can deceive even with truths. I do not thank God for the rising of the sun, for it is not His doing. Delirium recedes.