idle know, who are you? could you be joy? i looked at that building on fire at sunrise, now i peek at an excerpt of jung's red book. it got redder as i looked and then went out. that's where we linger, on reset. listen to nomadic massive, any sound. the opportunity is there, the government is absurd. primus, meditation, bergamot on pinkies in the upper fold of your bat years i mean ears, to listen to silence, long enough to be i am, be guided by the way of what is to come.