The Most Absolute Past

The great idol was holy most holy was the sacrificial stone, at the feet of the great idol. The sharp blade was holy the priest’s hand was most holy. The red stream of blood, flowing from the jugular of the most, most beautiful human body in the city onto the sacrificial stone, was a holier glory: in the mind of the old priest: chanting spells and fallen to his knees at the bloody foot of the stone ...