Isis is pregnant with the heir of knowledge. Her man is dead, his body dismembered, his penis destroyed. To the Gods' accusation that questions Osiris' paternity Isis responds with a poem lasting eighty years. Nature's apology is unwritten, secret, and victorious at the God's tribunal. The conception, the phenomenon, and the energy are all hypothetical and virgin, as is reality. In the turbid chaos the symbols communicate and define disparate truths. To Isis Eros is All. Living dead, he has inundated everywhere and is the only reality she conceives. She is fertilised, she creates, and she is defined by her very love which surmounts Osiris, separation, death.