From a far existence a phantom came to gibe and curse the mortal. Abhorrent was its bleareyed glance wich petrified everything, even the wind. So, from wich dimension did it travel? This metaphysical envoy. Which breaks the logical symmetry, and stand above our planetary puzzel. All this is symptomatic for those who's been baptized in fire. It is at least my thesis, so I want the spirit to speak. THE SPIRIT: "In heaven I am a wild ox. On earth I am a lion. A jester from hell, and the shadows allmighty. The scientist of darkness older than the constellations. The mysterious jinx and the error in heavens masterplan." An amorphous energy spawned in a cataract of flames, invisible for our supervision. Do we dare to open our minds and souls to even analyse it? Or should it rest in secrecy? All I know is that I can't deny its licentious attraction, so I want the spirit to speak. THE SPIRIT: "In heaven I am a wild ox. On earth I am a lion. A jester from hell, and the shadows allmighty. The scientist of darkness older than the constellations. The mysterious jinx and the error in heavens masterplan."