At the very outset did the Lady White come, Time collapsed at that very instant and I could glimpse her mystery. A dazzling smile and she glided into the Nothingness bygone Paths and Plights, Away by the Past mercilessly thrown. Night after Night seven times did the Childe in my dreams come, He so young He the Guidance-giver. Everything blazed clear in sight, though remaining unfocused, Light and Darkness with one another intermingling, And now Everything got so honed, as it may only be when Time and Things are new and pure, And now Chaos seemed to rampage and perfection dissolve. When Chaos won, Good and Evil, Beauty and Horror, Life and Death swirled together into a tight bunch. Everything was on the verge between Existence and Not-being.

Et venerunt trans fretum maris in regionem Gerasenorum.
Et exeunte eo de navi, statim occurrit ei de monumentis homo in spiritu immundo, qui domicilium habebat in monumentis; et neque catenis iam quisquam eum poterat ligare, quoniam saepe compedibus et catenis vinctus dirupisset catenas et compedes comminuisset, et nemo poterat eum domare; et semper nocte ac die in monumentis et in montibus erat clamans et concidens se lapidibus.
Et videns Iesum a longe cucurrit et adoravit eum et clamans voce magna dicit: “ Quid mihi et tibi, Iesu, fili Dei Altissimi? Adiuro te per Deum, ne me torqueas ”.
Dicebat enim illi: “ Exi, spiritus immunde, ab homine ”.
Et interrogabat eum: “ Quod tibi nomen est? ”. Et dicit ei: “ Legio nomen mihi est, quia multi sumus.

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