Perched on the edge of a black hole, the black whole, consider the relative relationship between time and money, it might seem obvious. Is this what it feels like? An exponential change in the range of reckoning, a dimensional shift through the mist of mystery, a conundrum of constants of old becoming variables anew and what we thought we knew, becomes obscure like a flaw, like the edge of the world before.
words transcend the 3 dimensions by posessing other meanings, intuitive they live and breathe like amoeba, like shiva dancing at the rim of reality, a super natural state of ulterior motive, lets make our way back down to earth, giving birth to the child like wonder, as we wander without a clue, without a cue, waiting at the back of the queue, wondering what to do..