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Perhaps and it is just a supposition but I feel that everyone is on the edge of their seat, or they live close to de Nile. It only takes one piercing purview of what a life is and its context to usher our sensing self to the edge of sanity or a familiar dimensional lock. Over the edge is truly the promised land, a land of transfiguration, reboots and cavalier exchanges with a newer you.

So what?

Can a felt swoop of Aliens, Acid, Spiritual Emergency and Siddhartha crack the no time before its time awakening of enough to slow the game clock and prepare for a final shot?

Therefore:

“Wine wit and Beauty, still their charms bestow

Light the shades of life and cheer us as we go”

Solon