Powered-off TV, labeled 'if atheism is a religion, then off is a TV channel.'Okay, here’s a phrase where I had no worries about the translation, experts have spent centuries analyzing it to hell and back. (*rimshot*)

לַ֭מְנַצֵּחַ עַל־אַיֶּ֥לֶת הַשַּׁ֗חַר מִזְמֹ֥ור לְדָוִֽד

(“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?”)

(Pentacle: Fourth Mercury — the one last seen in-universe on Cohen’s lobby hall carpet)

The rest of the dialogue on the page, though, got revised a lot, as I wavered on how early in his life Cohen should get hit with the fact of “God is literally dead, sorry.”


Walker: So you think it’s information we won’t want to get out?

Ann’s Being: Oh, I know it is!

Walker (narrating): And the lie you told was so mundane, even Cohen won’t come to look at it any time soon. He’s too busy following leads that seem more likely to help reconstruct your “programming language.”

Cohen (thinking): “. . . to acquire the understanding and Knowledge of all things created, and to seek out and penetrate into hidden things.”

It should work. If my drawing is good enough. And if I don’t screw up the pronunciation.

Cohen: In for a penny, in for a pound . . .

[mysterious text]

(FLASH)

Cohen (thinking): can’t . . . breathe . . .

(GASP)

Note to self . . . ask a huge question, take a huge hit when it backfires!

Not that Ann knows how far Cohen’s gotten . . . yet.

Walker: Well done, my pretty. So, what does the document really say?

Ann’s Being: Do you remember that cult we visited? The one in Argentina, not the one in Pennsylvania.