Cryptic vibration locked in step with the nuance of invisible tethers that hold matter still in motion. As universal constants are but pretty little lies told to children who resist change. Peering into the black that stares back mortality and the wishes of lost souls. To where in time does that universe fold and loop into a fated summers dream. As one looks through the glass breaking open much more then space, as a meaning for life unending. While all seems still at the slowest vibration, look into the place that scares you most, for the time has come when we can no longer hide, from a wave that is the longest crashing in history. Yet, look not to the stars for answers trapped in a code, that for millennium has had no spoken key. The words that pour from a soul are ones we may never know, but if for a moment we feel...it's our perfection.