Tannhäuser

The Unknown Minstrel. Leave the wide circle—word and argument ! Move to the line—the steady will of man, That shall attract the Two, the Breath of Life, The Holy Spirit : land you in the Three, Where form is perfect— in the triangle. Tannhauser. My friend, the Three is infinitely small, Mere surface. And I seek the Depth divine ! The Unknown Minstrel. The solid ! But the triangle aspires To that same unity that you despise, And lo ! the Pyramid ! The Sages say : Unite that to the Sphinx, and all is done, Completion of the Magnum Opus. Tannhauser. No! Each new dimension lands me farther yet In the morass of limit. The Unknown Minstrel. Be it so ! But follow me through all the labyrinth, And ten rewards us. And your Zero's found To have an actual value and effect On unity —your Will. 115