They say things are not interconnected; that things are random, coincidence. They don't look around. The Chinese Butterfly bitch-slapped Katt Williams, and in turn, a bridge fell on the other side of the world. It was cause and effect, yes, but our science so far is blind to it: the interconnectedness of things, threads, dimensions that hold together so much. They say things are not interconnected. They would be mistaken, or at least fitted to a boundary of assumptions that leave more questions than answers; for instance, I saw things about the older societies, 5000, or 6000 years, antideluvian things, steppes and houses built on mounds. Berkeley has nuts. Mounds has coconut and milk chocolate. We have memories, prior to the flood, the tower of Buchanan, things that reach back into genetic memory, and sooner or later, here's a Cheever ordering pizza with his mind, willing it. A clean sheet of paper, Noah hidden away in the Ark Encounter, and the ceremonial landing pads for t
Conjugates of the Infinite. behold we now through a "mirror glass darkly..." wayne lee ray, MKL, dr mklhattan, scott clarksdale. "bullet bill", Gary Seven. But one: bull of the woods, now featuring "a helluva vision". Once stuck his hand through a solid wall; unperturbed by solid matter.