Let it not be thought this monastery idyllic. Caught within the frame of time this venture felt sharply its own vulnerability. So easy could events wipe its secret testament of spirit from off the face of this now iconoclastic world. Gone out like a light run out of fuel or simply snuffed. To be a teacher requires that first one present one’s self as a person. In order to pass through the resistance to imposition so important in a pupil’s character. That these boys had arrived necessitated that a teacher now present himself. My colleagues have chosen me for obvious reasons. As theorist of our order my concern is primarily with the viability of it existence independent of the mortal lifespans of its constituents. The soul of our way of life is, I believe in theory, capable of being incorporated by succeeding generations. This soul is taught. First in theory and then in practice. The theory of practice. The practice of theory. As theorist I convinced my fellow monks that I would be best suited to the task of introducing these boys to the clandestine nature of our order. Then, in theory, from similar necessities these three boys will wish to join us. Thus is fuel replenished. So before we proceed further I present myself. Who I am, who I have been. Where I come from what brought me here. To mislead you here would be to defeat myself as by right you would suspect and mistrust me. Believe I tell the truth, I tell you why. If my purpose be as I state, fatal that I lie, thus my purpose it is that we examine. The boys were being remarkably patient with this rigmarole. Which is as I state, to convince you to join us. Why? Oh dear, I seem to be repeating myself, so easy for a clandestine theorist. Why, for of our wish for you to carry on our way of life. If all this be not true give me your alternatives. First leasson adjourned. Come next lesson prepared with elaborate suspicions.