I hope that never, ever will eyes of men laden with deceit, hatred and murder make you shudder as they brush past you, tender tame lambs, mysterious sweet young boys, white sacred lambs created by the play of beneficent forces to mitigate the poisons and dark pitfalls of evil.
– Bianzan –
… to be able to grasp the newly generated with subtle insect antennae…, to perceive the impalpable buzz of the invisible and the unmanifest meanings of events, restoring to the ceaseless becoming of the real its symbolic power.
