in preparing for ritual castration, doing nothing, or touching nothing of their rhizomatic opposite . . . sitting on the edge of a chair, testicles tied off, staring into the body of path, chanting matta-matta-matta, or; om, om, om, told to run through a burning grass hut and pick one of two items . . . with no jurisprudence or direction, other then a small pamphlet written during Weimar germany, and a report in a popular science journal on rabbits, on neither A or B; hope is never more . . . your ardor is mixed into the sun, and the universe grants you aerial calm..