the three dimensional world begins
to sag and pulsate.
the deepest antipodes of the mind
are thrust to the surface of the cortex
and slipping and sliding through the sulce,
sometimes the strangest things emerge.
some will say that there are things
that are better left unseen or unexplained,
but we believe otherwise.
my name is mr. chatterjee and i have given
this sermon many times before.
perhaps you will remember.
i will light on every cell
and prophase in every nuceous,
recalling this memory every time, as needed
don't forget his name, bear this in mind,
and he will bother you no more.
fardest from him is best
whom reason hath equall'd, force hath made supreme
above his equals. farewell happy fields
where joy for ever dwells: hail horrors, hail
infernal world, and thou profoundest hell
receive thy new possessor: one who brings
a mind not to be chang'd by place or time.
the mind is its own place, and in itself
can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.
what matter where, if i be still the same,
and what i should be, all but less than hee
whome thunder hath made greater? here at least
we shall be free: th'almighty hath not built
here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
here we may reign secure, and in my choice
to reign is worth ambition though in hell:
better to reign in hell, than serve in heav'n.