Once we pierced the whitish cloud cover with its occasional flashes of ball lightning, the planet’s surface appeared as a yellowish ocean. It seems stagnant and viscous. One phenomenon fascinates us: the shadow of our airplane is not reflected optically but in bas-relief, and it does not follow the flight path but seems to hasten ahead, as if guiding us. We don’t, in fact, follow the precalculated orbit but deviate from it just a bit, as if attracted by a power that our instruments cannot register. The arousal taking hold of us suggests that this power must be Reich’s orgone. Toward the horizon indicated by our shadow, a mountain-like formation arises: solid bubbles emerging from the ocean. At the center of the formation, there is a mountain much larger than those that encircle it. There are nine mountains divided into two groups, and the second mountain of the outer group is encircled by a strange ring. Without doubt, the mountainous formation is a model of the planetary system. It begs the following question: “Where do you come from?” We start the engines and head toward the third mountain of the inner group, the one known as Earth. Immediately, the second mountain of this group, Venus, rolls toward the Earth mountain, merges with it, and the mountainous formation is submerged into the ocean again.

Trembling with arousal, we lower a probe onto the ocean’s surface to extract a drop to be analyzed. This touch transforms the surface, which had been stagnant and undifferentiated, into a storm-driven tidal wave with white-capped waves. Each wave seemed to want to grab us. We accelerate and just barely escape the marine tremor. Once we disengage the storm subsides. Our analysis of the drop shows the following: 21.5 percent margaric acid and olein; 15 percent vitelline, 8.5 percent phosphoric substances, 0.5 percent cholesterol, 0.3 percent cerebrine, and traces of sodium chlorine, calcium, dyes, and finally 51 percent water. The ocean planet consists of egg yolk.

Hypothesis: Venus is an egg, and the cloud covering we pierced is the egg white. We are currently located in the zona pellucida. The pole that attracts us is the embryonic disk that contains the cell nucleus. And the Venusian tremor we just survived is the transformation of the outer egg layers in preparation for receiving sperm. Soon, the formational yolk and the yolk bed will together move and break away from the planet’s pole with the power of millions of volcanoes in order to devour us. But Venus is a thinking egg (just take a look at the model of the solar system it suggested). We should be able to devise a code that might help dissuade her from taking us for a spermatozoon.

We fire our rockets twice, then, after a pause, three times, then five times. A new formation immediately appears on the planet’s surface: the well-known triangle with the squares on each side. Pythagoras as a response to arithmetics. The Pythagorean theorem trembles. A theoretical orgasm?

We switch the code and agree on the Jungian version of archetypes. We converse like two lovers, like two mating animals. The course of our conversation cannot be depicted in words, in numbers, or digitally. But its result can be narrated: Venus reveals itself as the aphrodisiacal world aspect, and we are illuminated by her venereal ray of love and beauty. Bountiful enthusiasm elates us, and all theoretical information stored within is thereby heightened and given new meaning.

Geographically and historically, Venus can be located as a hierophany. She is Semitic (Ishtar, Ashtoreth, Astarte, Belit, Mylitta, Al-ilat) or an ocean monster (fish woman), a celestial appearance (sun and/or moon woman), she is bellicose (Areia), peaceful (Apostrophia), and she is the second planet in our solar system. But as a goddess she is omnipresent: the Great Urania in the atomic nucleus, Pandemos in the galaxies, Anadyomene in the origin of life, Euploia in the origin of biological species. In death, she is Tymorychos, and beyond death she is Epitymbia. She is the forming principle Morpho, the Beautiful. She radiates beauty, Pasiphae, but she remains the Dark, Melainis. She is the eternal feminine that attracts us.

Ecstatically orgasmic, we plummet into the opening pole of the planet, into the cell nucleus of the Ur-egg, into the opening womb of Aphrodite Genetrix, the Great Mother. We rush headlong into love-death to fertilize the Great Mother as the logos spermatikos ejaculated from Earth, to incorporate into her genetic information the logical information gained on Earth, to exalt all terrestrial culture (science, technology, art, philosophy, politics) into the eternal organic, into the holy. We plummet into the goal of human history, into the abundance of time.

Before we let ourselves fall, we have to convey our glad tidings to there from whence we issued. The NASA computers, however, are unable to decipher such gospels. Thankfully, there is competition to space travel on Earth. Its calculators are called prayer wheels, and they are programmed to process myths. Therefore, our news must be sent to Lhasa. In Lhasa, the image of the goddess is to be unveiled for humanity so that earthly creatures may rise toward love and beauty. Om.