Hermes, god / of crossed
sticks, / crossed existence,
protect these feet / I offer.

On the road to who we are, the philosopher moves from limited persona to an infinite universe; from dreams to consciousness,
from consciousness back into dreams: a hermeneutic circle of
crossed purposes.

    "A master of knowledge, or rather of a means
   of attaining to a knowledge that may be gnostic,
eclectic, or transdisciplinary—or all of these at once."

To walk is to raise the temperature of one's being: each step
a fall ushered by He-who-can't-get-out-of-the-way-of-himself.

Hermes sings:
Born as fast as light,
I die in fleeting sight.