Emerging from the intense heat of Pandemonium, golden brown as Hyperion in autumnal decline, this pudding stands forth against the evenings devouring of day. It beckons you to come closer like a vortex that has no center. As one once prophesied.. "One thing alone does not exist - oblivion. God, who saves the metal, saves the dross and stores in his prophetic memory moons that have still to come, moons that have shone. Everything is there. The thousands of reflections which between the dawn and the twilight your face has left behind in many mirrors and those faces it will go on leaving yet. And everything is part of that diverse and mirroring memory, the universe; there is no end to its exigent corridors and the doors that close behind you as you go; only the far side of the sunset's glow will show you at last the archetypes and the splendors". Who are you to question existence??