The Jester Prince was born in 1923, if LCFR can be born. He was given a name that was his birthright encoded. This has been a contentious point however, and one I would like to spend this first communication clearing up.
Marcel is a fairly common name, certainly common enough that the mere presence of the name is not enough to make the claims I am trying to. There are many famous Marcels. In fact, many of these Marcels are MORE famous than the one I would like to speak to you about today. But, they all lacked a simple part of the equation. None of the other Marcels were also mimes.
Bear with me here. Profession, perhaps, does not seem like a point of intense significance in the consideration of existential affairs, but, it couldn't be more central. A mime is one that mimics something, an event, a person, an object. We've all seen the rather kitsch stuck in a box routine. The mime practices how to best look like something they are not. But why?
Many documents claim that the art of mimicry was originated in Greece by Pantomimus, a non-silent performer incredible in his ability to embody things that weren't there. However, these documents fail to look back. All the way back. The original mimic was Lucifer himself.
Before Lucifer, all things were originals, handcrafted by a loving creator. Everything was right with the world, because everything was true. In some sense, ontology was as simple as it would ever be. But, nothing is seamless, it is only the ignorance of those seams that brings about perfection. Lucifer simply could not leave the seams alone and quickly acquired knowledge. With knowledge, came self awareness and with self awareness came the original fold. The universe, much like paper, has memory. This would be the crease that brought perfection to an end.
Lucifer reshaped himself, becoming something he was not in order to trick Eve to acquire knowledge for herself. But, a creature that knows and is self aware is doomed to question and manipulate its shape, missing the manifold dance of existence.
The mime, in a very similar fashion, serves to remind everyone of the seams, to inform them that they are and that
this fact should be pondered over. The entire performance is an elaborate lie, seeking to obfuscate the beautiful
folding of being and substitute in this Spiritual Origami. But more on that later.
As a mime, Marcel Marceau was both an announcement of and the rightful heir to a new HL cluster on Red Celestial.
HL was, long ago, misinterpreted to be a word we now know well as Hell.
Marcel was an announcement and a claim to Mars HL, Mars Hell. Marcel.