i am led into the sacred spaces of the nuns of knot

the conventual in violet coif veil guimpe, that eccentric and melancholy penitent, leads me through plain shadowy long corridors 

 

is all this underground ... what do i call you conventual?

 

we are all qlōnq here and so you shall be called

 

i'm one of you now?

 

there's no one but the one of what you are

 

right - so is all this underground? 

 

is all this underground what qlōnq

 

this long shadowy nondescript corridor - is it under the ground?

 

the nuns of knot are called to live in the earth and be the earth and speak it

 

and none of the nuns have been above the earth or seen the sun for four hundred years?

 

the nuns of knot have been here and under and waiting

 

waiting for what?

 

we come to a large cavern lit by torches and a giant ebony shining egg in the middle and around five female whonyms two female bonobos two female wombats and two female grasshoppers, all in violet coif veil guimpes, their hands paws and pedipalps raised toward the egg and an eerie but pleasant humming from the circle rises to the unseen but presumed ceiling filling the vast subterranean air with haunting auras of sonic otherworldliness

 

sit in the empty space to your right qlōnq qlōnq says

 

i join as qlōnq does and raise my hands so as not to be unnatural and join also the humming and as we crescendo together into an unparalleled luminescent auric glory the egg rises into the lofty darkness and merges with it before slowly descending and settling once again in our midst and i feel during this that i have been cleansed from the inside out of all my dysfunctions and pains and a purity has taken their place inside that is not mine but infuses me and replaces me

 

afterwards a few qlōnqs and i are lounging and i or qlōnq says - that's quite impressive what the egg did

 

qlōnq says - this is what egg does

 

qlōnq or i says - this isn't what eggs do

 

qlōnq says - egg does this and has always done this and this is our egg - egg and book are our life and without them we would die

 

what is book qlōnq says

 

egg has always been with us but book has not always been with us - it appears in room of book long after we arrive

 

which year?

 

we don't know years - we only know 1649 the year we entered

 

i thought you said 1649 was the year you had your last visitor

 

it is the same year

 

who was the visitor

 

we are the visitors

 

and now i am

 

we are qlōnq

 

may i see book?

 

come to book

 

and qlōnqs lead qlōnq to room of book and room is small and book is large but of not too many words and i show it to you soon in five installments and after i'll tell you of the discussion of the qlōnqs of book and why it is sacred to them or us or them and how it's emerging of my utmost importance in circle of qlōnq and the serendipity of my arrival and my necessity to plans far beyond my expected fate