I have captured the Bird of Equinox, and put it in a cage made of pear wood bound with human hair. It looked upon my visage with its singular eye, and pecked at me with its infinite beaks. I have named it Eostre, and the moment that name was given, the bird transformed into a hare. The hare laid an egg, and inside this egg was a brand new kind of world. A world of no gods. A world not for beast, but for man.

Eostre laid more eggs, and I broke all of them in order to make an omelet. An omelet not for beast, but for man. And as I finished making the omelet, I topped it with all the spices of the world I knew.

But as I was plating it, the omelet fell to the floor, and the dog ate it instead.