in a forest deep, where secrets sleep, and ancient trees their watch do keep, let us shut eyes to worldly lies, and seek the wisdom that in wood lies. beneath bark and leaf, beyond sight's thief, lies knowledge predisjunctive, a guide not rife with man's contrive. let wisdom's guidance be our chart, as we begin from the start to unearth the intimate essence of art. but whisper now, with intent foul and heart afoul, tricks to plunder secrets profound, to twist and confound, as if by magic found, the truths that in silence are bound.