Uh oh, you’ve done it again. Too many drugs, too little time; the world will spin for you and under you and over you. It’s too late; not even the magic doctors with their serums and utensils can stop the opening void in reality.
You believe in conspiracies. You follow threads of actions from start to finish, look at the players, double check the claims – it’s final, you’ve judged, it is a conspiracy: a coordinated effort to affect an outcome.
Stepping into the spacecraft must have been a relief; a confirmation of your information, your research your time and broken marriage. When you saw the infrastructure of the universe – did you cry?
If you’re going to know the things no one else can, you will have to be stronger than them; if they were capable of knowing, they would know it as you did. You will have to straddle two worlds and overcome the urge
Pushing on for a dream; two dreams; three dreams and if you knock over the merchants’ tables, you will find yourself guilty of sedition; treason; terrorism – that is to say, “be careful”.
But if you’re to have an effect, you must go deliberately, with your power fully draped about you and the revolution will change course, but it will be another step in the direction. I think you saw something on that trip.
screaming at low volumes
