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It was here, now, prostrate beneath a vernal Siberian sunrise, Madre Matryoshka, after aeons of painful and fruitless searching, at last discovered the point, purpose, and meaning of her very existence. It was to recover and reveal a sacred universal vision of redemption for all to feel wonderment towards, rejoice in, and praise! A vision contained within the diamond-mirrored confines of a little pyramidal jewel-bespeckled prismatic box deep within the sacred innermost chamber of her heart. It was not quite an object of the senses nor was it a wispy dream-like phantasm but rather some sort of hybrid of the two and was just big enough to cover the surface of the palm of her left hand as she gazed into it obviating in utter disbelief. To her great astonishment and bewilderment she discovered at the base of the box a little silver keyhole over which an engraving was etched in an ancient and long forgotten sacred cipher. Two words that came together as one to make three as one made from two: Concentration and Surrender! For it is the through the perfection of Concentration-Surrender that the serpent’s den is merged and united with the fingertip-smoothed lotus seed beads of prayer. Employing a deeply hypnotic tantric gaze, Madre Matryoshka handed Padre Palindrome the pandoric box of strange beauty and terror and, fully entranced, he placed his sacred golden key into the silver keyhole as the sun slipped into the new moon’s total solar eclipse.

Thus began the ceaseless whirling motion of creation’s drunken euphoric vertigo. An oceanic whirlpool of anesthetic amnesic amniotic fluids oozing deep within the Fertile Crescent’s fertile uterine soil between the trembling widely spread legs of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. A volcanic flow of blood, sweat, tears, saliva, urine, feces, semen, vaginal fluid, spinal fluid, serous fluid, phlegm, pus, milk, and afterbirth issued forth from the holy gate and trickled down through the cracks and crevices of Mt. Sinai as the heads, shoulders, arms, hips, legs, and feet of the little Siamese twin toddler squeezed its way out through the hermetically sealed labyrinth of the pyramidal box’s vesica piscis and into the chiromantic hands of Doctor Shaktipat. They had to admit this was one of the most peculiar experiences of their entire life thus far! And they imagined that death would some day be a worthy rival! Still it is so that birth is only but a mere belief! That life is only but a mere belief! That death is only but a mere belief! That afterlife is only but a mere belief! That afterdeath is only but a mere belief! And it is so that beyond belief is an eternally infinite void of boundless possibility! An eternally infinite clear emptiness of radiant luminosity! All hail the miraculous virgin birth of eternal infinity's true patriot! The Divine Siamese Twins. Brother Shalom and sister Salaam. The majestic miracle of Madre Matryoshka’s maelstrom of maniacal merciless mystery, majik, and madness!

The twins awoke as if from a dream in a crib made from the bones of countless species of saints, sinners, spiritualists, and somnambulists. Between the vertical and horizontal slats of tibia, fibula, femur, humerus, radial, and ulna they sat naked and attached at the genitals upon a blanket made of lion and lamb skin, perfectly silent and still, beneath a mobile constellation of twinkling tin, iron, lead, copper, mercury, silver, and golden surgical instruments.

For aeons the two of them remained perfectly upright, steady, silent, and still. In a nanosecond, however, from deep within the heart of the boundless beatific quietude of eternal infinity’s clear, empty, radiant, luminosity came what has come to be accepted among the most lofty and deeply respected of scholars and historians as unquestionably undeniable fact, most commonly referred to among this clique of clowns as the divine Siamese wonder’s first known documented guttural utterance. A most vile and grotesque yet sublimely languid glossolalia of glorious xenogloss

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