“Tragically, only when we allow for familiar lands to turn fallow, do we realize they bear fruit. To adhere to the world that has been laid before us is to diminish the truth of all that has been built into our present. Just as it has been built, we can also build. Those with the means and will to force the world into their image know this truth.

       They pass the saw onto another, demanding an erection of the ‘Ideal’ world. One they can rip, tear, replace, neglect and reclaim. A world maintained from the bottom up. One where life breathes from the top down. A world of disorder, a debauchery of nature and yet still natural.

       Viruses and parasites are natural, aren’t they? Unable to see beyond upturned noses, unable to smell what they’ve stepped into. We need those foolish enough to step forward and listen to the exponential masses, those who look beyond themselves and into a future they may never see come to fruition.

       To sow a seed into Centuries of minds. The impossibility of Voice now bound to magnetic tape, coded byte, and inked tree. Already, countless others have leapt into the void, into the Ocean of Voiced Experience. The water’s warm and they’re waiting for you.”