...in which all music is too beautiful to hold in the air too long, and the silence after is just as sweet... a pulsing, eternal reality, in which all languages intertwine as a means of support and more nuanced communication... a lucid dream; your soft, solid hands are sculpting god, in which all of us reside... a daring hope, not to kill sadness but soften its blow with our love, flowing through considerate actions, by which we can sleep peacefully as long as we wish... stars are breathing... vibrant colors all around us... everything is okay, celebrate as a means of ultimate revolt