Should you conjure up the twenty-seventh Succubus out of her genie lamp of the British Natural History Museum, who be called Ronovea, to thence appear amidst your Triangle Of Art Imagination; she will duly manifest within your ensuing virtual reality lucid dreams, looking like Lara Croft, riding a dinosaur. You will soon discover she is a time travelling Marchioness and a Great Countess; and there be under her command 19 ultra-terrestrial Legions of salacious Succubae.
One of Ronovea’s many Muse specialities besides that of inspiring an interest in palaeontology, is to guide you into looking at language, not just any language, but that of a primary language, of symbolic information, buried deep within you, of a fossil code.
Ronovea will first reveal that all the stars, planets and galaxies make up just 4 percent of the universe. The other 96 percent is apparently made of stuff astronomers cannot see…
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