Reading Martin Ruland's lexicon alchemae sive dictionarium alchemisticum, I found the allegorical tale of the Genius of Sages--a fifteen-foot epic old man made of metals and stones with long hair, piercing eys, and the diamond key in one hand and the universed balanced on the tip of the other-- I can no longer help but smile and think 'fuck yeah, Jose'.


This is what I'm calling him from now on. Goddmait 5Ds gtfo my reference books.