“And the eagle was like scarlet fire and like the flash of lightning in the night; and it was illuminated by a ray of sunlight, which streamed from the graceful and proud wings of a crimson butterfly that was hovering high in the right corner of the coat of arms.  The butterfly was carrying three planets on one of its wings, and the planets were joined by a thin line that resembled a river:  one of the planets was smaller and set apart, but it shone with its own light, like a star; the second called to mind the shape of a ship, and it seemed to move unsteadily through the ominous waves of a stormy sea; the last was larger and prouder, bursting with power and majesty, but unsure whether or not to unite itself to the river and the other planets.  On the other wing, the one on the left, the butterfly carried a fourth planet, enormous and terrifying, which had a dark and sinister halo that stretched to expand over the entire surface of the wing, consuming it, and beyond. And the eagle seemed to stare directly into the light, at that planet in particular; and the gaze of the eagle was stern and threatening, like a hurricane preparing to release its fury and like torrents of water breaking violently against the rocks.”