This be the path and this be the Paradox:
That the lowest of depths are to lead to the most supreme heights,
And the blackest of shadows unto the most radiant light.
To unravel and unveil, to unmask and unchain the Self of all selves
That hide in your Heart of all Hearts –
You must tread on the road of the other.
Be it presented as a sharp Silver Dagger to cut the cord of memory
And align it yet again with Golden fingers with the voices of old Gods
That speak between the stellar webs.
Recall that which has been forgotten in dim waters of dreams