We will have had our time in the sun. We will have no choice but to allow others, too.

The fissure bellows and a blistering wave of chaos soon envelopes the land.

Due to our own imperfections, we'll never dance high above the clouds.

It is the undiscovered parts of our psyche that forces us to look in the mirror, and reflect.

The implements to carry out the will of the wicked sovereign -- Man included -- have yet to change. Perhaps they never will.

Wouldn't it be nice to smell the roses?

Undefined.

Seek, harvest and cultivate differing perspectives and experiences. The world will flicker, showing just how transparent it truly is. If only for a moment.

The gift of thought is a blessing as much as it is a curse.

To become whole, we must collect and assemble these pieces to achieve our ideal state of being.

It is in our nature to create. With great time and effort, we can and will forge a universe.

Regardless of scale, form or complexity, all that continues to be has the potential to change.

There is nothing that chose to exist. You. Your domain. The world. The cosmos. Everything was, is and will be, due to circumstance.

The mindscape you now inhabit becomes increasingly more lucid. No movement. No noise. No sound. Silence. Stillness. You are completely, ineffably, alone.