As the figures dance about like trees of absolution in a wind that never rests new discoveries emerge from a mist that is receding with every step on the ladder of success. New relationships evolve and die just like the nature we have been afforded with and as time holds its sway new pockets of truth burst into life and start breathing with a temporary existence. The figures I speak about are the numbers on a lottery ticket but this is no money game, it holds a jackpot more precious than gold. When this jackpot is won carbon based life will never be in the reality it is caught in at present fabricated space time, but be a new continuum of joy and happiness without the bars of distrust and hatred. Then and only then can we venture to new celestial satellites of ultimate evolved states of existence to find new avenues of curiosity be fulfilled with pleasures beyond carbon based neurological understanding. Then the play will change forever and the ghosts will be vanquished, new rainbows will give way and Dorothy definitely wont be in her home town any more. The figures I speak about will disappear into insignificance and the history books will change forever till the carousel is reignited and reset, then who knows what path will be taken.

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