No more for us the wine of the lips,
No more for us the knowledge.
Lo the fair dead!
“The child is born speaking the languages of birds; the child has horns and scales and wings; it has a beak; it has a cloven hoof. He is the sum of all creatures: the ones that swim, the ones that soar, the ones that leap, the ones that maze the earth with burrows.”
Rikki Ducornet