ASCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM
…Amidst the song of resourceful muse – infinity altered course to recall that…
In the beginning, there had always been that which had gone before… An ever replenishing amount of creation from destruction – green grown from the nutrients of biology gone by, trees over tombs, a phoenix from the fire – conjured up by the will… the meditations of man, the ceaseless and inexhaustible curiosity for more… something more… clasping and coupling and caressing Invention – the mother of all necessities.
And so… one and all of the courageous coerced their inner most fears to meet their maker, overwhelm the unknown and collaborate with the creator…