I can never look at these rapturous scenes without remembering what Mr. Natural revealed to Flakey Foont: "A VIRGIN SHALL BURST FORTH FROM THE SKY, STANDING IN A GOLDEN FLAMING CHARIOT! IN HER RIGHT HAND SHE WILL HOLD A SNAKE AND IN HER LEFT A CRESCENT MOON! A PURE WHITE STAR FROM BETWEEN HER BREASTS SHALL DESCEND UPON YOU, ENCIRCLED BY BLACK STALLIONS WITH THE WINGS OF EAGLES, EACH WITH A BOLD OF LIGHTNING BETWEEN IT'S TEETH! MEANWHILE, A MULTITUDE OF CELESTIAL VOICES WILL SING ROUND ABOUT YOU AND THE EARTH SHALL SMELL OF ROSES EVERMORE! GOOD DAY!!" —Mr. Natural in Death Valley, Zap No. 0, ©1967 Robert Crumb