Linking the sane with the insane, and walking the delicate path. Forms and forces merge together, in a whirling orgy of delight; food for the derelict and divine alike. Whisping winds of fortune shape and tear our world. Matter delights and suffers in regeneration, breaking every form it contracted. Agreements agreed to even in the face of every previous contract broken. Placed at the centre, you. All your strengths and talents, all your fears and failures; gone in the blink of an eye, endure for infinite finitude. Be the change, and you cease to change. What are lives if not thought forms of another; ourselves thinkers, and yet thoughts ourselves. Controlled by the chaos, set free by restriction, removed from the moving present and presented transcendence.