MEMO TO VIATOR
(Pre last ice age Ecclesiastic freemasonry)
LET THE DANCE BEGIN
For old acquaintances will be remembered
And always brought to mind
For old acquaintances shall be remembered
For the sake of an Old Sign Language
So remote it be
She, THE ANGEL OF CREATION, will dance the Birth Dance in public
See what I see
Hear what I hear
Smell what I smell
Feel what I feel
Taste what I taste
You, VIATOR, are no longer an “UNKNOWN VISITOR” to me
The NORDAN SCULPTOR