breathe, breathe, breathe. all matter is vibrating energy. think of good things. eventually the cat jasper will hold food. soon the studio windows will be saved and i won't fear the flying panes decapitating neighbors. eventually the nuclear empire will be broken into indigenous tribes, everyone will have forgotten the death-code, and the pandemic of endless war for profit will transmute into a blissful mysterious metamorphic orgy of one-love. ahright, maybe not that good. til then i'm sorry to add here, mammonism is the word of the day.