Unless some unfortunate birth defect, accident, or disease has rendered us incapable of discernment, then the abnormality of what’s called “normal” is difficult to escape the attention of the sane.

To many, or most, conformity to the mechanics of a thousand veils of officialness is a personal choice we have no intention of interfering with. But some of us need more than a construct whose engineers and operators view us as a lesser species, a means to reach their personal ends, while devastating all natural processes on their way to the finish line.

A yearning calls to a forgotten path we intuitively know awaits. It calls because we seek, and we seek because we sense that this normality, this perception of reality, cannot possibly be the true heights of human consciousness.

We cross bridges others are too afraid to look at or are too lazy to walk towards. We build new ones while dismantling those useless connections chaining us to illusions we must overcome. As we chisel-out a space in time to put across the other side of the story in a place where the room for such things is scarce.