::Aleister::

“Though they speak of timeless things, wise men are bound by the ephemera of culture.”  Slowly, she floated back to the edge of the cliff.  “Like shipwrecked sailors, they wash upon these islands of revelation and shout, there is no truth but this one.  Sit down fellow traveler and silence the restless, inquisitive mind.  Om sweet om.”  She chuckled.  “Not me.  Not here.  Not now.  I still have unfinished business.” 

She turned to me. “What do you make of it, Mr. Pennfield?  You’ve been awfully quite.  Have you formulated your hypothesis yet?  That is what you came for, isn’t it?”