…….There was a time, before time began, and in that time consciousness was formulating, postulating our end; for we are but a dream, be it smooth and seamless, only gods have seen this, if it’s a drug there’s no weaning this, only a select few can hear meaning in this, it’s the reason religious symbols are worn, torn from sheer fright at the size and scope of our Master’s house, we hide behind our mothers skirt, from life and all its magnificence we flirt, afraid of being hurt; but without our microcosmic lives, infinity would go unnoticed, like one in a million birds that chirp.