A waterfalls pours over the skull snapping the boy's neck. He ejaculates in a rainbow against the rising sun.

Men who attend the Altar, and should most / Endevor Peace: thir strife pollution brings / Upon the Temple it self […].

He justified the “necessary lie” and was a sneaking regarder of Machiavelli and Hobbes; he agreed with Cicero’s view that “we must dissemble if we would live in the world”.

Moments of potential transcendence, such as an afternoon constitutional through an expressionistic wonderland recalling the Fuji Velvia vividness of What Dreams May Come, ring false in light of this project's mercenary origins.