“How I like to think about it is that The Three are a transformative order which will come to replace the Seven now that the calendar is over. That moving block of fifty-six days has no power over us anymore. We cannot control time. That’s the keynote that El Rey wanted to lay on us. The crux of the kerygma is a restoration of an undifferentiated alwaysness that stretches before and behind. You can’t say, this is now and that was then and over there lies the future. We must retake responsibility!”

“I’m not sure I know anything anymore,” said Pan.

“That’s it! The three through the two are resolved into the one! The one is all time! Can you feel it, Peter? Can you feel the walls breaking down? And when time becomes a oneness, what happens to space? To be co-eternal is to be omnipresent. How did I not see that before?”

“You know. I think I’m going to take a few days away in Balisedre. You keep working on this though, you hear? But I’m going incommunicado, so like: don’t call me, I’ll call you, okay?”

“Can you feel the power? It’s in the air around us. All around us! This is The Temple, man! We’ve broken through the Narthex! Are you ready to drink from The Chalice?”

“I’ll send you a postcard, baczboy.”