Grasping for transcendent security with one hand and digging for meaning with the other, not yet a conflict but a rocking energy tht throws you from one position to the other: like the HIndu gods who seem to live in a constant slow shining in the dance of forms and meanings. And yet, in all of this I still felt like an alien form trying to adjust itself to shatteringly unfamiliar situations. How else could these Gods have arrived into a state of unequalled contentment? When the hands reach up and down at the same time you know an aura of timelessness is being depicted, that is, a tableaux of multiple zones of experience imploding, then exploding in a sequence of infinite variations.

As an alien object, it is very hard to read the reactions of many others to signal what kind of meanings and relationships you were searching for. With this enfolding of implosion with explosion a degree of unfettered energy states may be made possible. This is certainly what many kinds of gods have tried to tell us for eons. In the end, isn't it always something in the decisions regarding someone that forms the axis of our wanderings?