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."