Introduction

At the core of the oyster is this portal into universalism, which we have denegrated to what we call the imagination. The third eye exists, but it doesn't look out at this world. When this physical identification dissolves, there can be no more separate self. This is what i want to tell you, beloved, my trey. And everpet oas wast me to o ti hand and cone among thy saints. Em wies o thro the f witaism. when i whet my flashing swordand my hand takes hold on judgmenti will take vengeance upon mine enemies.