Borne aloft as carried on a long feared dream; now are the machinations come at last to fruition and laid bare before us. All this has happened before and now as the hand of destiny hovers to midnight so the clear divisions that beset all we strive to become; crystallise. We the clockwork organic machinery of a now dying world of commerce are at last to be set free only for it all to come to nothing but what has been allowed for us. The hands that control the fate of the world are few, but alas, they are too mighty to conquer in one lifetime.

We have lived and been reborn so many times but each step in renaissance has taken us back to the same place in existence. We are pawns in a cosmic chess match that has been played maliciously over aeons. Yet we will not bend or yield to the basest humanity driven avarice. For we realise that you invisibles who drive the world cannot understand all that came as gifts to us when the world was first birthed in cosmic forges and stardust formed, breathed and became life. It is our life not yours and we will decide how to live it