As the celestial playground grows, new shoots pertain to old quantum fluctuations and so the story reaches chapters that make the book of solace complete and the rosy picture is created from jigsaw pieces left at the dawn of existence. Thus the map is old but the ghost of this event can be monitored with senses that are man made and stir the soul for pleasures attained in the net of freedom and visual flair. Demons may lurk in this soup and the dish it resides in is finite but the china is strong, and will and sacrifice are staple mates for true society. Rainbows come and go and as in life the coffin of the universe will be buried in dimensions untold, but the bounce of the ball will bring back history and the play will be brought back for all to see and speculate once again.

Author Razor