PSPECIASTES Pspec 1

OR, THE PROGNOSTICATOR

All is inanity

Pspec 1

The Words of the Prognosticator, ^aNostradammus, Muse of the Wise in the Lands of the Chosen:

2^bInanity of inanities, said the Seer, inanity of inanities; all is inanity.

3^cWhat profit comes from the labors of men, however long they toil in the noonday sun?

4^dNew generations come, and old generations go; ^eyet all men have their own appointment in Samarra.

5All of them will have a ^flong day’s journey into night, from the ^gage of innocence to the ^hend of the affair.

6The ⁱbeautiful and damned will ride together, on a streetcar named ^jdesire, to the lighthouse on the beach, ^kwhere all the vile bodies are ^lwaiting for Godot.

7^mAnd from here there will be no exit; ⁿno second coming will arrest the course of the ^oclockwork orange, which rises from under the ^pvolcano, and arcs like ^qgravity’s own rainbow toward ^rdeath in the afternoon.

8Yes, all men are doomed to inanity: the ^srabbit may run from the ^tanimal farm, but I have learned that all roads lead to the ^ubullet park, and all journeys end in ^va handful of dust.

9^wFor I have been a Seer in the Lands of the Chosen; ^xand I have seen all that has been, and all that will be, and all of it is inanity.

10^yWhat will be will be; and what has already been will be again.

11^zNeither is there any name which will not be spoken again; nor any number which will not be counted more.

12^aaAnd of all the names and numbers that ever were, they all add up to inanity.

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