Arise and breathe! The tendrils of smoke cast by the pall of death are upon us. Shed the black veil of existence, the throat of man's ego is slit and the universal sigh escapes through the gash. Let it be blood that spills! This is the blood of sacrifice! This blood is the continuity of the universe, the nectar of the life force, this is our offering. O' man let you long for death, in this hour let all be given unto splendour! The speldour of this release is the return to the black sea. The great black womb from which all life springs, and returns come death. This is our mother Binah, and under the face of the moon, our flesh is offered to thee.
The beak of a young sparrow is crushed, and no man weeps. The intestines of mankind are hung from the branches of the forest, and the leaves silently quiver with joy.