What golden calf, its hour come round at last, goes to Calvary to crucify itself on the World Tree as a sacrifice to itself?
I grow tired of this little game we play. This little light of mine, I'm going to hide it under a bushel.
Father, into thy arms I commend my body. I shall have great joy at that meeting at Xanadu, your castle in the air by the shore of the sunlit sea.