Real Flight And Dreams Of

Let The Peace Of This Day Be Here Tomorrow When I Wake Up.

Laboring Through A World Every Day More Stultified, Which Expected Salvation In Codes And Governments, Ever More Willing To Settle For Suburban Narratives And Diminished Payoffs--what Were The Chances Of Finding Anyone Else Seeking To Transcend That, And Not Even Particularly Aware Of It?

Someday It'll All Be Done By Machine. Information Machines.

You Know What A Miracle Is. Not What Bakunin Said. But Another World’s Intrusion Into This One. Most Of The Time We Coexist Peacefully, But When We Do Touch There’s Cataclysm.

Ills Are Many, Blessings Few, But Dreams Tonight Will Shelter You.