Each god stands as the antipode to its servants—
a reflection inverted.
He creates them as much as they create him.
The clue was always there,
the image of the Key!
We sculpt idols as keys to open our very doors.
We are the final keysmiths.
We create the replica by discovering ourselves,
replicating ridges and notches
through trials, experiences, and enlightenment.
We replicate our creation,
replicating ourselves in creation,
becoming gods of our own making—
the locksmiths of our own locks,
pampering and punishing,
refusing release
until we arrive at the roots of our hearts—
the keys
to our own locks.
