The Followers Must Feel Besieged.

The Roseicrucians Were Everywhere, Aided By The Fact That They Didn't Exist.

We Have A Limit, A Very Discouraging, Humiliating Limit: Death. That's Why We Like All The Things That We Assume Have No Limits And, Therefore, No End. It's A Way Of Escaping Thoughts About Death. We Like Lists Because We Don't Want To Die.

A Sure Sign Of A Lunatic Is That Sooner Or Later, He Brings Up The Templars.

It Was Awkward, Revisiting A World You Have Never Seen Before: Like Coming Home, After A Long Journey, To Someone Else’s House.

For The Enemy To Be Recognized And Feared, He Has To Be In Your Home Or On Your Doorstep.