A little slower, a little grooved out,
A little more ready to spend a while in one place,
A little more ample opportunity to have the outlines of your hands trace the curves of a sight unseen.
To hear the hot breath of a microphone modulated,
To smile and not worry for what comes next.
Time is stretched out taut along the present and living vibrations bloom out.
Dimensionality sheds it’s outer garments.
Sweat is fragrance,
And with it, we stitched back together the gaping chasm abyss and made something whole, something new.
No matter how bad things get, you are always a few moments away from discovering a new wave, a new moment of unimaginable depth and infinite variety. And then things get a whole lot lighter from there. Groove on.
Anew Principium 