For all you mavens out there, shall we design an OASIS or a Square, or a Dot in the middle of the sentence, or better yet, a whisper rolling over moss-covered memories of tomorrow?
Shall we mourn the infinite before our birth? whence we came from? the loss of an infinite past like faded photon graphs oscillating between yes and no, as duality and monistic interplay in a heady dance that plays with conscious manifestation?
Let us give brith to a new paradigm, as harbingers of crystal children, at the dawn of a new era.