In the third appendix, the third part of this sinister triptych, I have reached the pinnacle of despair. It begins with a table of contents, in which I begin to organize the triptych looking back. Each movement falls into place as the composition loses itself. The document is left unedited, as with the rest of the project. Here, we see the converging identities and illusions. Here, we see the balancing act of two polarities, the excrement of nonduality.
