As the celestial hallucination holds bearings for us all the compass points north like the home of biological processes is but a step away not a leap as Neil Armstrong would have us believe. The whispers of the crowd will be heard but will they mean anything to the evolutionary babies that we are. Will it be digested or will it fall on deaf ears, only the ticking of the clock will tell. As the dimensions are uncovered the blanket of awareness will rise and new variables of absolution will be absorbed by all involved. New signatures will mean new algorithms of justice and ongoing satisfaction in the play of stories untold, this in turn will cause another roll of the dice and this time it won’t be loaded but be the truth of the ultimate state of existence and holy state of one self.

Author Razor