pushing towards the edge of the numinous, a frantic pursuit, the ne plus ultra. consumed by the dance, the cold precision that can cauterize the inner necessity sometimes gives rise to free radicals hellbent on decadence and obliteration. when one becomes lost in the forest of the mind, the labyrinths of the noetic transmogrify, project, and emit this psychic turbulence. the music of the spheres and those winged creatures are then only permitted to observe the cataclysm and survey this wreck of souls…