BOOK SEVEN

        𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙘𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧
        𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝, 𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙, 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙
        𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚-𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚-
        𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙...

        Franc-Encens stood in front of his door. "I can count by twos and tie my shoes. I can zip
        zippers and button buttons" —𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯í𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦ñ𝘰𝘴 𝘺 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘴
        
        LOOK INSIDE. Through the keyhole, he saw his bed. Over it stood a priest in the mask
        of Anubis, hands outstretched. Inside the open sarcophagus was a mummy.

        «¡𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘖𝘚!» é𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘫𝘰.

        On the cold stone walls of his room was a painting of Usir—Asar—A Star. The priest
        said, "This reminds me of a story. The one about the little light that was afraid of the
        dark." So he read to the boy from a book titled Mystery Library Vol. VII: LOOK
        INSIDE.

        Little Star was once a pharaoh. He ordered a tomb to be built so that when he died, it
        would guard his body while his soul traveled to Orion—Osirion—Mysterion. But he
        was afraid of small dark places. So when he died and looked inside his own tomb he was
        afraid. He did not know he was looking at his own body there in the sarcophagus. But he
        came upon a priest who told him a story, in which a little boy who was afraid of obscure
        things looked inside his room and screamed at what he saw. But right there was Anubis,
        who drew him in even deeper into the obscurity, by telling him an opaque story. In
        which a little star who had fallen into darkness, and was obscured, and petrified, came
        upon Hermes, who was to guide him back to the light he came from, by reading to him
        from a book. And the book was called:

        LOOK INSIDE. Through the keyhole, he saw his bed. Over it stood a priest in the mask
        of Anubis, hands outstretched. Inside the open sarcophagus was a mummy.

        «¡𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘖𝘚!» é𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘫𝘰.

        Frankincense lingered in this obscure place...

        Then he traveled to a Star—Mysterion—my Star-Eon...

        The priest stopped reading. Little Frank l'Encens was no longer afraid, for now he could
        "see" in the dark [one of Nature's Mysteries, echolocution]. His eyes could see only the
        difference between script and nondescript, but with his ears, he could "see" the
        Reincanting Echo...It had issued forth from the Nomad on its way to a new incantation,
        building up around itself veils and reveilles in a vigil descending deeper into the
        darkness, until thus finally completed, when it touches and by its touch elocutes the seed
        —the syllable, which grows into a locus-flower—a logos-iris.

        So he "looked inside" the eye of 𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳—he heard the iamb of I-am:

        𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧
        A𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘜𝘴𝘪𝘳

        The heart had been left in place. Many amulets were grouped, between the wrappings,
        around it. He was drawn in by their resonance... He reached in with his hand of stars,
        caught from it the seed of life—the atom—the Adam, the beginning and end of the call
        —the all—the A.