And as the curtains parted, Miss O had a vision of San Salvador himself, inside a theater, on opening night...and she saw the colors of a magnificent production swirl before her, a night in Venice, a cosmic opera unfolding...22 was there in the black hooded robe of a Nazarene priestess...and a woman dressed in dark armour, as well...a wounded knight at her feet. And in the distance, a bright light flashed, as if the explosion of a Supernova...and then Olivia collapsed, crumbling into d'Anger's strong arms, totally overcome by the experience.
"Holy Persephone..." she murmured to no one as Daniel deposited her into a comfortable seat. "What the Hades was that?"
"Shhh, today is the day when the veil between the two worlds is the thinnest..." d'Anger whispered, wise beyond his years. "Not that I'm telling you anything new, Ms. Cybersybil...here, have some coffee...what did you see?"
Before Olivia could answer, Anaton, dressed as the magician Dali, appeared and began his lines:
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La mort i la guerra
La sal de la terra
(Death and war
the salt of the earth)
Being God Being God Being God
is not a blasphemy
on the contrary, it is that possibility
by which God truly forms part
of our world of substance,
not merely of the soul, but of matter, too.
Chorus
Confessio et pulchritudo in conspectu ejus
Santitas et magnificentia
In santificatione ejus
Cantate domino canticum novum
Cantate domino omnis terra
(Glory and splendour surround him;
saintliness and magnificence shine
in his sanctuary.
Sing a new canticle to the Lord
Let all the earth sing unto Him.)
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"Wow, so far so good," Miss O whispered. "We might pull this thing off, yet."
