The macrocosmic formulae of the Far-Country Peoples have, aeons ago, proved to be effective in their own way, but only for a while, a spell, a minute or a year. And their potency; apparently formidable, oh yes. When the word is gone, the word will no longer exist. If it is not there, it cannot reemerge. But there is the matter of The Golden Child. With Cup and Cane, he'll be insane.

Yes, silver ::: gold; but the curse of simplicity. The Horror! The narrow mind is narrow'd by this. It is incomprehensible to it. It cannot understand another world/word. Nor a lie, or a boon, or a tie. I tell you this:

I woke up this morning, and found myself dead. Is this true? It cannot be, because I am living!
So you see; the proofs of existence are none & nil. With Dirk and Dish; gibberish.

Ultimately, it should be like this: 

Which relates to the formula of BIU-PIA-MIAMON as the Cult Chaotic does to the Council Crimson. From this, it goes without saying that the next in the sequence will be:

BAR-QL (or more correctly, but in another manner: NN,QQ etc. )

What then, with the modus operandi of these troglodytes? Are they to be left with the things that are?
Probably. Then again, there is le Mystere du Moma! You never know...
 
Luckily, these problems are rendered meaningless, void and hollow at the arrival of the antediluvian host.
 

-Justin Fox