I am currently in the state of creative production intent on developing an understanding of the true nature of reality. Without credence the forms emerging out of chaos appear perfectly familiar as the hand searching to touch the sun's warmth. Like light, my soul emanates from all points defined in Cartesian terms of relevant abstraction. Let it be known that this is but a trick to impress upon us all the conformity of nothingness, all unnecessary productions of my own mind.

My eyes are weary so I speak in song; all sounds make music and thus I am always listening and expressing my irrational observations trapped in the voids of continuous creation. The images flash by like a highball through the desert wind as I look for infinity in the simplest of forms and for the common thread running through every object capable of vibration.