Gazing, we do not see it, we call it empty space. Listening, we do not hear it, we call it silence. Reaching, we do not grasp it, we call it intangible. But here, we spin through it, electric, subtle, silent. - Leary
I had a dream the other night. Walking in the woods behind my house, I came across a man. Though he maintained the appearance of an ordinary man, I knew somehow that he wasn’t....
On the eighth day of the eighth month of the eighth year of the twenty first century the number eight appears in one of the fields of Wiltshire. The number eight is a very...