This three-eyed demon of the weeping tree, whom I conceive in ecstasy of gloom, decides to run in the Olympic race to outwit Hercules before the world, then sells his gold medal to King of Lies to found World Institute of Honest Spies.

With angry chaos of the social scene blind sons of psychologists discuss art, then lurk together in the haunted night to find origin of the human race in secret cave down by the singing sea which mimics aloneness of the soul womb.