What is crazy about the collective human experience is (in part lets say…) that it is pervasive throughout a lifetime, yet, once a person exits the collective reality, they don’t come back. Ever. There is this massive machine called the present, and it appears as this collective movement, transitioning the fluid of time. Yet when you leave this reality, dream or otherwise, you leave for good, like after the English language is noise in the sparkle of a grain of sand from forever ago. This blog post was brought into realized probability by the number #BREAK and the song Spy Vs Spy by Critical Choice, which I am listening to atm. Frag out