Some find it a noble cause to troll the bottom for hidden olives. Never remorseful for a complexity that surfaces from the human mind instead of a determination to create something complex. Stark reality burns into expression in as many ways as pure imagination, to the point of uncertainty that these modes of experience are thinly separate, or even discernable.

Music then in huge gestaltic movements, constantly shifting in mantles, layer upon layer, pushing bits of life-fluid from the core up through a world of disparaging homogenaeity. The melting topography of fact and fiction, vociferous and purposeful, headstrong into rivers of multicolored sound.