As metaphysical reach causes new variables to be attained by carbon based life the curtain fluctuates up and down. The only hope is to see the wiring under the board by opening a channel to the crimson heaven and listening for a voice of tranquility and justice. Only then can the curtain be discarded from the scene and the new horizon seen like the final play of serenity. Thus the game is not over and never will be till the final life is used up and just like Sega a new game is put in place to keep the entertainment flowing like a river in abundance. So the carousel keeps turning and the pulsars keep winking but the true reality is not for humanity to decide but for the angels of solace as their magnifying glass points in our direction with a comfort that can only be seen through neurological processes of the dimensional variety. There is no 6th dimensional brane but a life-form far superior to that of our own that channels thoughts through the ether and into our little cradle of life that we like to be called Earth, but it is time we left our crib and venture to the stars in search of further evolution and this time Google can’t help we just need to rely on instinct and adventure.

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