A distant sound… chimes or a music box?

The empty loneliness is broken in a small shack… and a little while later… the silence is shattered across the world.

The boredom of life is deadly. A death suffocation of unending assault on mindfulness.

A friend was reading out of some ’70’s kook psychology book that explained when you have an experience of the Macrocosmic awareness that it makes it more difficult to repeat the experience.

In the Fnordian culture it is easy to see the jaded. They have had a handful of experiences yet cannot seem to really engage that macrocosmic awareness anymore and grow cynical.

Sometimes you must gnaw at your chains… sometimes you have to gnaw off your own foot to be free…

There seems to be a pattern in my personal story where the epiphany moments of certain literature holds energy that can access these macrocosmic states of awareness. The state of mind where the story in unfolding the unspoken universal knowledge.

Chris Titan is an imperfect vessel of an imperfect message but therein lies the Greatness and Unimaginable Power that is wielded by this show.

I will trample on your expectations with the most sincere intentions.

I feel like I am a snake that is trying to shake off his skin… shake off this physical body and escape back into the liquid light that we call higher dimensions…

A bored disinterested attempt to be important and meaningful…