OR EXTRATERRESTRIAL personal auditor-- the liability that the concept will intermittently become plausible is not an unlikely predicament for the Natural Philosopher. Not questioning the legitimacy of invention, we prefer to approach emotionally conflicting, rational examination-deflecting tropes in this arena with our flapadoodle detectors at full strength. We tend to believe that this intrusive, inquisitive alien is best viewed as another imaginative personification of the active but clandestine subconscious mind, or God, if you like your Bible story. This being done, we may revel in the vitality and value of speculative projection, a procedure which invariably adds recognizable true worth, not mere uncertainty. Besides, maybe it actually is an alien after all. Well, here we present a solo excursion, one which is considerably augmented by a wealth of archival material. Like participating in a dissociative chain of vaguely related thoughts, the ends of Typhon's tentacles may be followed toward His center-- a pleasurable exercise, and it is our hope that the offering will refresh. Another time we will bring up the curious fact that Bettie Page worshiped seven gods. With: poetry of Coleridge, Clark Ashton Smith and, somewhat messed up in this rendition in the second stanza, Dylan Thomas.