May 23, 1955
As my slack-gazed pupils retreat into the luxury-tainted mists outside of these protected halls of academia, I too prepare for a new direction in my life. No longer shall these work-worn hands, this weary brain, slave in service to the narrow-minded aspirations of the College of Metaphysics. That they prefer the earthly rewards of the Yarrow Project to my own studies is understandable, if endlessly destructive. In their flock-tongued disparagements of “pinko heartsongs” rests the proof that they and their kind are not yet ready for the Master’s Prelude.
No, as of today my materials budget is approved by a higher authority; those doubts, mine fears concerning the Path of Thoth have been repudiated by the task that now sprawls before me as an intricate carpet containing all of humanity’s sordid history.
It is a great burden that gives me reason to pause. Was not young master Robertson more fit to bear the Triumphant Veil? Although several years my junior(?), his mastery of abstract concepts would be of the greatest import whilst safeguarding the earthly manifestation of the division between the dominant cancer of the Age of Sleepers and those like myself. This is no mere Shroud of Turin! Am I fit to protect one of the Four Apart, the very fabric of the universe?
It is said that the young lords and ladies still do not trust fallible eyes upon their mantle. That is for the best, with what effects it can have upon the unprepared mind. It is further said that the illustrium magnus has been rewoven once more; how ironic that it covers the very well that it depicts across its surface. If coincidences truly existed…
As for the Kerrabic Skein, it rests in lands far off -- yet undiscovered by eye seen or unseen. This is for the greatest good, for as long as it remains there it will never be combined with the other illuminated strands. At such a time, the raw fibers of creation would be rent bare to their weaver. No good shall come of that action; not in these bemused times.
Of course, the temporal nourishment must flow as well. For that unfortunate craving, I have taken a position at the nearby College of Music. From there my research shall continue, incognito.
(Source: The private journal of Dr. Orlando Laswell)