I, David Schwimmer

predicteth:

 

Tread into the narrow passage as one

would whisper against the harsh winds. Hark!

Dost thou feel the prickle of tender wolves? Hark!

Consider the sweet lava, how it oozes like honey.

YES!! - this is thou-est path thine shalt take!

Come hither unto thine appearance, truly and

fly silently into the Temple of Holy Isis

 

 

Thus sayeth I