As the illusion of molecular authority asserts rules in the eyes of those that search out this tangle of ideas, new footholds are acquired by the retired souls of anguish. Thus religion is transformed into an invisible puddle of trouble and distrust causing us to seek out more truth and concrete evidence of the rainbow that is filling our cerebral matter with a hope of peace and happiness. Betrayal of our linguistic variables brings us closer to a pulsar of steady light that reveals a consciousness that knows no backyard clutter. When this is glimpsed biological acceptance will be granted to these spirits causing new doors to be opened in a corridor that sees a mirage turn positively whole and absolute. The question is Which door will you open? The answer may be stranger than any continuum of space and time can muster and then some.

Author Razor