Down in the valley, the shepherdess seeds her flock in a star. Can I coax my mind from its world? Secret words, magic spells, the divine delirious transsexual dream: I am not, I am beautiful. The great magical secret is the lamp and dagger of Psyche, the apple of Eve, the sacred fire of Promethia, the burning scepter of Lucifer. Do not let us ask
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