A copper sphere hung from a wire swings beneath the ancient church’s choir. And if I took the time to stay, it could fool me into believing that in the revolution of one day the pendulum returns to the very same place, but I know it’s hung from the One Fixed Point, and we’re the one’s revolving. I feel the world spin beneath the pendulum.

And she said “Listen to me - there’s no secret, there’s no mystery. Just the hematopoetic alchemy turning marrow into blood, and this thing we’ve done turning two into three. I feel the change - I feel it growing inside me.

”But there once was a boy on a hillside with a trumpet pressed to his lips shooting a note through the sky to the Point around which everything spins. And the note rang on. And the note was the wire. And he became the pendulum.

So we came up with the plan to rearrange the myths until they fit. But when coincidence took hold, we started to believe them. And as the lies we made came true, a cancer started growing inside of you. I can see your body move with the music that we’re making. Can’t you feel your cells change like the words we rearranged?

And she said “Listen to me - there’s no secret, there’s no mystery. Just the hematopoetic alchemy turning marrow into blood, and this thing we’ve done turning two into three. I feel the change - I feel it quickening inside me.”

But there is a man with a secret (the secret that there is none) and there’s a wire wrapped around his neck (the note was the wire). He hangs still from a point on the ceiling and the pendulum swings underneath. And he has become the One Fixed Point. He has become the Beginning.