"Unreal it is that we are where we are now."
The universe in motion.
Tomorrow is another day
The Black Canvas possesses infinite possibilities, absorbs it all and, transforms it into greatness.
There comes a time though, the chapter must be read, and the book must be finished.
Packed with molecules necessary to survive, this brilliance is the pathway leading to the portal, to the soul.
That's definitely not a challenge, but a prowess.
I know more than I knew before. Still strange grounds it feels like.
1s & 2s
Either there's nothing, there's less than, or more than...
To be grounded or not to be? That is not the question anymore.