Doing the heavy Demiurgic lifting, every bit as cleanshaven at the outset as he will be when the cosmological curtain rings down on the back wall of the barn-like chapel where they'll finally elect the Chief Executive Usurpers of this whole shebang, Mr. Logos here begins to whip pure geometry into hydrogen and helium. Madame Blavatsky once insinuated that, with such spiritual insight as he eventually displayed in his incarnate mode, he could not have been a Semite--but here we can plainly see she was dead wrong.