This brave new world expressing vitality. Those souls knowing their wakeful steps, carry on in natural rhythm. The resonance is palpable between beings, met only with blank stares by faceless ghosts. Spirit soars, dancing higher, invulnerable to the truth of the highest. Those sacrificial bodies know only surrender to the flows, conscious or unconscious. The animating force untouched by its mother. Nothing to be forgiven, only true acceptance knows the totality of all this. Equanimous nights followed by days of amnesia. Everything changes. Nothing changes. We are still the mirrors of each other in essence. Nothing more, nothing less.