The beginner alchemist will ask, what is the motive power of the arm? only to be told half-in-jest, that behind each arm is an arm.

As the beginner alchemist becomes advanced, likewise they publish many treatises as if to ask, what are the proxy and the atom? Only the true master can answer this, because they have seen that every cog of the track is itself an arm, and inside the glyphs found arms moving atoms into yet other glyphs themselves made of arms; and so they know that even the atoms themselves are arms.

Spin your arms in wide circles like wheels; twirl them around each other as a purring car engine; wave your arms back and forth in the rain like wipers. Thus the arms make the smog, and as you reverse the process the arms swallow the smog up. If you do not have enough arms you can use legs, because inside every leg are two arms. And if six arms is not enough use the very smog itself, for the smog is made of arms.

I look into your eyes and I see arms. In my eyes you see the madness has fully consumed me, and the madness is made out of arms.