Thus en-coiled from subtle bush and deepened Earth, do now unravel the serpents game. Slither to swoon, a thanks to others, hidden wisdom will all be revealed. They move about, as threads upon the spiders, through thick and foliage, bringing knowledge and good fruit to them depart. Yet to life's boastful dance, they impart their greatest treasure. A Man. Philosopher to some, storyteller to others; yet some, madder still, call the man a God. Think him himself too humble, and think himself a part of Game. In life's sweet chessboard, before him, there is unequaled.