There being no precedent to this form, this shadow- these monstors- this raging sea, I give then my passage and pardon to all who hit: You find yourselves at my gate, supplicants to my grace, seeking that which I offer, and I can but give freely. My passions and demons would have it no other way. I am the twister in thy midst, the seventh knight of chaos; at my left, the whip-hand of confusion- in my right, the midnight moon... Tonight the hummingbirds come with me to the edge of the earth. They love the hum of the ocean as it cascades into oblivion, and I'll tell you a secret: so do I. I have come from the dead and I bring the flower of life: gentle curves where once sharp corners cut, knives to carve the nerves of the comfortable.