The cult of Baal at Emesa represented by the vigorous prick of Elagabal, the black god, paralleled, through its complex and overloaded rites, the cult of Tanith-Astarte, the moon, which held sway a few kilometres away, in the fragrant depths of the temple of Hierapolis. There it was, in this temple consecrated to woman's vagina, to her deified sex, that a sweating and bearded Apollo would emerge during the main festivals and would consecrate his oracles through the voice of the high priest, advancing or retiring upon the shoulders of his bearers. This Apollo all in gold, with a thick fringe of black horsehair affixed beneath his chin, arrives borne on mens' backs, carried by a dozen or so tottering bearers who can scarcely manage to support his weight. The crowd bows down. The incense rises, as if streaming from every orifice.
- Antonin Artaud, Heliogabalus: The Crowned Anarchist











