A Cremation of Care for the Illuminists

"Your race, I say, is run. Ere long these woods
Shall look their last upon such peaceful sport
As yours, mere imps of mischief that ye be
And harmless in your playing. Soon this grove
Shall know another presence, soon shall bear
Allegiance to less innocent a folk
Than you, who dwell in air, in trees, in leaves,
In caves, in brooks-your dwellings, as your lives,
Of Nature's fashioning."

-The 1916 Bohemian grove play, 'GOLD'.

From the Illuminati Codex...

"Let not the reader imagine that these meditations of Weishaupt alluded to the object of his views; that never varied; the destruction of Religion, the destruction of Society and the civil Laws, the destruction of property,—that was the point at which he always aimed; and this impious man too well knew his crime, not to be alarmed; we see him writing to his confident, "You know the situation in which I stand. I must direct the whole by means of five or six persons. It is absolutely necessary that I should during my life remain unknown to the greater part of the adepts themselves.—I am often overwhelmed with the idea that all my meditations, all my services and toils are perhaps only twisting a rope or planting a gallows for myself; that the indiscretion or imprudence of a single individual may overturn the most beautiful edifice that ever was reared."

Code of the Illuminati, Part III (of Memoirs Illustrating the History of Jacobinism)
Ch. II - General system, and division of the code. pg.409