Glyph

Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive

Estampe XLIII

Transport VIII

Nightbird descends

In search of the spring of light

Blade

"If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimeter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality."

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