Don't slip this trip 'cause it'll make ya' extinct
From that which can be found within, through intriguing conundrums in time and space, to oscillating atoms. To stretch ones imagination into all this, clutching onto the inner parts of subconsciousness. All this, and yet, the perpetual motion of distant rhythms weaving its foundation accordingly. To let go, and still to have. To discover, only to forget. A subtle nuance of sheer bliss, as one wades through the sonic landscape. This is important.
In this, and all that shall be forthcoming, we trust.