Episode Two Maestro Dali St. Augustine the sublime wrote: One enters truth through the gates of charity, and I believe that for us artists of today those gates of charity are the Paris Metro entryways that feed all who have been starved on the abstract, starved on formlessness and plastic indeterminism, all those slaves to the nonobjective. Salvador Dali "The gateways to the Paris Metro are the expression of infinite spiritual charity, the symbols and aesthetic expression of a great movement of the future. For the day is not far off when cybernetics will free us of want and deliver us into perpetual pleasure. Men, then, will have more than ever to become charitable to one another. They will then look at the subway entrances as at a new source of strength." "Wow, wasn't Dali a true genius - a master mage!" Olivia declared to her mate while the pair hung out in the library of Château Taureaux. "My only regret in this life is that we'll never meet again on this plane - it's so strange, the connection...did I ever mention to you the Cathar belief about Immaculate Conception occuring through the human ear?" "What?" Duke asked, half-asleep on the sofa where he lounged with Lady Lockjaw. "Conception via beer?" "No, the ear," Miss O frowned. "Forget it, no one gets it, don't bother. Let's just go to the Olive Garden, order garlic bread and pretend we're Italian." "Forgive me," Duke apologized, sincerely sorry he had not been attentive to his true love's Metro musings. "The gateway to a subway is very symbolic, not to mention allegorical and alchemical," he added contritely, "rather on a par with Dante's opening lines inthe Divine Comedy, I might add..." "Precisely," Olivia chimed with enthusiasm. "Exactly...and then there's the entire Tarot issue - Dali's deck is sublime - a true history of the Grail, illustrated by the greatest masters of art, relegated to the trash heap by those so-called adepts that lack ears to hear or eyes to see! Why hasn't anyone written a study of that masterpiece? There's so much there in those cards - it is a veritable crime of consciousness!" "Or subconsciousness," the opera singer observed. "Perhaps I should become a psychologist - what do you think, honey?" "I think you are changing the subject...in fact, I'm certain you are! And if you are so set on becoming a shrink, then perhaps you should take the divine Dali's advice and read Jung. And perhaps I should simply devote the rest of my life to deciphering the Dali Code...that and persuading Pb Airship to sign me on as their official biographer.    Text Copyright © 1999 - ad infinitum cybersybils.com cybersybils.net Bovican Books d-o-m-m.com All rights reserved.