The push-and-pull of the Majestic, like a tug-o-war in time with the Devine.

To sneak away to the silent blooming garden, a secret treasure awaits thee.

Tangled up in unruly vines of minutes and hours, points, and pyramids.

Caught in the no-mans-land of yesterday and tomorrow, of now and then, of reality and fantasy...just a little nudge and down that rabbit hole we do tumble.

We’re pulled inside out and outside in and then, we’ll begin again.