As the celestial carousel takes steps to allude us from the true meaning of existence scientists loose their footing and cause a landslide of ideas that are plain wrong reaching a valley with no hope of escape. Transcendence seems to be the key but where is the lock and will its turning cause us to leave this mirage or simply turn a page in a hopeless book of dreams. Thus processing as a whole leaves us with variables and figures that point to a place on a map that has not been observed as of yet, so the atlas is out of the drawer and the geographical trail is being followed like a stampede of elephants causing an earthquake that would make any celestial figure rumble. The window is shut but the breeze can be felt so the ride does have properties of absolution in its wake, if the latch is turned and the window opened a new tower of order will be revealed causing new sights and sounds to be behold by all biological and meta physical processes. The rainbow will be whole and evolution will seem like an amoeba in a pond of time ripples and spacial awareness that was always in place to satisfy our cerebral algorithmic processes. So enjoy the ride and keep to the side walk, only crossing the road when you find a bridge over the traffic of troubled souls and spirits of anguish. Then the atlas will be witnessed in its hallucinogenic state of flux and true reality revealed.

Author Razor