In a time when life and death are as meaningless as their opposites, we find a truth that lies. For the truth says I am unknowable and the unknowable says I am the truth. The hermetic sciences move towards apparent ignorance not wisdom. It is this movement towards the opposite that elevates.
Wisdom knows to be ignorance, only the ignorant appear wise.
In that time a garden grows containing mystery and the essence of bleeding trees. A bee dances with an apple and a rose inhales its own fragrance. In that garden even Adam is a play on words. For Paradise is a garden of pain and suffering, and hell is pleasure. For no one knows where the lake begins and the Mercury settles.