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| King Kong the murderous monkey roamed the place enslaving feeding on human beings the companions, we built small enclosed chambers without crack or window in the veils that surround throughout the place hidden like cells our sanctuaries of rest hidden, we are dark to the eyes of Kong chosen for Kong's ritual meal we have a plan blind to Kong who cannot see through to it we have numbered Kong's days the mighty Kong has fallen we have already done it |
| In Ireland, Wales and Scotland, bardic colleges would use a technique for incubating tehilim called the cell of a song. A bard-psalmist would be laid on a wattle bed in a closed, windowless cell ... after 24 hours, the bard would emerge from the darkness and write of that revealed there. |
| bringing light from darkness cells of the temple |
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