The finest form of communication is confusion.

- Salvador Dali

Beneath the flesh of this being, lies a heart that beats to the music of counter-culture and absurdity. It is the one heart, alone in this mass execution of life and intelligence, that can be the saviour for it's own being. The soulless husk in which it occupies continues upon it's pilgrimage to the New Mecca of this life. One that does not exist directly upon the Earth, but is implanted into the aesthetic of every creature that walks upon it.

This one heart, one soul, is the key to finding one's self in the universe of pain, hope, anguish, and absurdity the good Lord has placed us all upon, in order to find the closeness that we all, as human beings, need and desire. It is our deepest wish, our one desire that nothing which lives within the confines and restraints of a fleshly husk, consumed by evil, can ever completely fill.

The Room of Gaf has been opened. Humanity is melding winthin itself, all are becoming one. But the desires of the hearts of many do not coinicide, and we wish to remain individual. But we cannot stop the Instrumentality that has begun. Time will go forward, life will continue on. Whether mankind is one or many, is to be determined by God.