The body itself is an orgasm of the Sphinx, every sensation hides the phenomenon which the entire cosmos originated from, each and every moment we receive the same information about the Knowledge and Conversation, but our perception refuses to process that information.
I am vibrating names, and passing through. I show up on a single leaf of a tree. I am so tiny; in front of me, there is a drop of some liquid, actually dew, sliding down that leaf.
Each move of ourselves is a child moving; each step is a step of a child striving for the light. The Neophyte must feel well and, above all, find that child within himself.
You are the supreme example of a magical link toward your Angel, with whom you are always the one and the same thing.