We "meet upon the level, and part upon the square"
as brothers, altar-sworn, all, in the Third Degree,
the Master Mason, central to Freemasonry.
But some prefer to concentrate upon the chair---
the Worshipful Master's: to have that mastered
one's friend quickly becomes a crass, backstabbing bastard.
Then onward to the Scottish Rite, the Thirty-third
degree: to get there, one must be a heartless turd.
American Freemasonry rewards ambition
rather than selflessness, and clouds the ancient vision
of brotherhood and fellowship with snide derision
more fit for Cain than Abel, murdered outside Eden.
The Christian version's truth survives only in Sweden.
Starward
[jlc]