Roar. How far down is the illusion.

Skipping from bit to bit in the scattered temporary fabric spun thread of yarn a tight rope both the way and the threat. Danger and hope on the same path. Fear drives us in and drives us out. There is nothing short of a restructuring of reality itself. A change that will redefine what we know to be true today beyond recognition. In other words todays certainties will be unthinkable, more than forgotten they will have never been. This is the navigation of deep space, of the unknown. The space above and the space below. In between is our vessel, on the thread. Niether the ship nor the string are our destination and their very existence takes too much of our attention. Under and behind the glass.