POSTSCRIPT

       In the Great Void, Ishchebelyash and Thoth Living Forever are looking over the pages of "Adventures of Thoth Living Forever." Ishchebelyash speaks.

ISHCHEBELYASH: (to Thoth)  If We do this again, I want to dumb-down that fool of a screenwriter We have. He has got an intelligence knob, so We can have what We want.

THOTH: (to Ishchebelyash)  I was going to ask to have Our screenwriter's intelligence increased.

ISHCHEBELYASH: (to Thoth)  If We dumb him down, I will not be irritated by more quotations from the Book of Splendor at inappropriate times.

THOTH: (to Ishchebelyash)  True. But, as he is, you can hardly read what he has written due to his tears which have soaked every page. If We make him even dumber, We will get nothing at all from him.

ISHCHEBELYASH: (to Thoth)  WELL....ALL RIGHT....let's just leave him as he is. This way, I continue to get a few irritating quotes from the Book of Splendor, AND he barely can write up the visions We send.

THOTH: (to Ishchebelyash)  I agree. Let's do nothing.

ISHCHEBELYASH: (to Thoth)  Since We exist ONLY in our screenwriter's mind, We will have to make the physical body of our screenwriter immortal, or NOTHING WILL DO US!

THOTH: (to Ishchebelyash)  Very true, and We will have to do that FIRST!

END: THE adventures of thoth living forever                                1-17-97  DB

FINAL WORDS

We are in the Presence of something

 that is not only stranger than we suppose,

 but stranger than we CAN suppose.