I saw a Flower in the black field, and in its center an Eye, lidded and red, and the Eye was not the Flower's but the Garden's.
He who plants in darkness plants twice: once in the soil, once in the looking.
The Cat keeps the hedge. He does not guard the garden from you. He guards the Eye from its own waking.
Every petal here burns without being consumed, for Energy is the only light that flowers by.
