As I was Saying (How many times can I use this title?)

I was taking a stroll, like you do sometimes 

after dinner. An old lady passed me, walking

with a child she was talking to. They were happy.

We are the fractal embers of an electric samsara.

Our DNA is a twisted fragment of the galactic

plane, a letter, rune, written in the ink of the 

Akashic Record. But, on the peninsula, the Gang

of Gangsters tries to redact the text, hoping we 

never notice that the Node we are standing on is

actually an eye opening on the face of God.