Invoking Hermes is a piece of Luck. When in distress let him challenge you to wander with him, but never forget that he also uses his hat to cover his lies and his winged shoes are meant for flying. The same as luck goes, Hermes does while he whispers as he disappears:
another day; another dollar.
Another Letter that nobody’s gonna read because we didn’t do it, in flesh: killing ourselves. But the 3 chapters read as a policy that set the terms and conditions of given adoration. Our collective (un)willingness is what we use to transform the Liminoid into a crust with 6 arms instead of 3 hoods.
All under one hood, welcome to the transpersonal crib were we say: death to fear.