Zed: You'll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by MiB special
services. You'll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we
tell you, live where we tell you. From now on you'll have no
identifying marks of any kind. You'll not stand out in any way. Your
entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you
encounter. You're a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed
just as quickly. You don't exist; you were never even born. Anonymity
is your name. Silence your native tongue. You're no longer part of the
System. You're above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We're "them."
We're "they." We are the Men in Black.



"They had me in that facility... they used anaesthetics, high-tech
  surgery, super-secret computer mainframes you can't even imagine...
  using their machines, they dissected and modeled my brain, plotting
  out EVERY POSSIBLE THOUGHT it could EVER generate, knowing WHERE and
  WHEN I'd be and ANY move I'd make at ANY possible time in the
  future..."
12 Monkeys

PATTERN AND LOGRUS 

I was first.
I am the serpent that coils at the heart of the world,
I am the shadow that twists inside your eyes,
I am the change that touches all things,
I am all things.

A simple pattern traced in light
Encompassing all things that be,
A moment out of time and space
Containing all eternity:
A frozen instant, caught in fire,
Without an error or a flaw,
Never to alter or to change,
Ideal, complete, and perfect Law.

Constant motion.
Turn again, change again: take your partners for the next dance.
I contain you, as I contain all things. Look, there you are,
And here I am,
In you.

The Pattern burns in all of you,
In all creation its design,
Within your flesh and bones and blood
Is stamped that bright eternal line:
Marked in your minds and hearts and souls,
A structure nothing can erase,
This universe the child of Law,
And Law shall bind it all its days.

Eternal change,
Change my only constant, my constancy changes:
This is truth: change is the only truth, and I am change:
Walk into my darkness.

I am the truth, eternal truth,
The only truth that can be known,
Structure my nature, all I am,
A Pattern drawn in changeless stone.
A nature that will never change,
Can never change, a constant might:
Come, place your foot upon my line,
Take your first steps into my light.

Maya

  The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of
                                          earth.
William Blake

THE SECOND COMING (1919)


                           Turning and turning in the widening gyre 
                             The falcon cannot hear the falconer; 
                          Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; 
                          Mere anarchy is loosened upon the world, 
                      The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere 
                           The ceremony of innocence is drowned; 
                         The best lack all conviction, while the worst 
                               Are full of passionate intensity. 

                              Surely some revelation is at hand; 
                            Surely the Second Coming is at hand. 
                       The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out 
                          When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi 
                    Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert 
                        A shape with lion body and the head of a man, 
                             A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, 
                         Is moving its slow thighs, while all around it 
                         Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. 
                          The darkness drops again; but now I know 
                            That twenty centuries of stony sleep 
                        Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, 
                     And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, 
                          Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? 



       one creature ascends 
beyond the world of darkness... 
       into something else. 
-- Anne Corwin 

More accurately, Magick invented the Traditions.
Technology invented the Conventions.
Marizhavashti Kali

"Remember, torpor does not violate the Sixth Tradition, so show SOME 
restraint, my children."
Roland Taggart, Regent of Lancaster