Emergent similarities, patterns form along the axis, astronomies domain collaspes. The heavens made flesh. Fate is a window, time is a shade, belief is a santum. The kingdom of mind, the guise of flucuation, bathed in the fragrant earth. To take the form of the shadow, as the sun casts the stone into the mirrored lake. Ripple upon ripple, we wake to sleep and sleep to wake.
– Josh Fleming