How truly mad must our species be that we choose, guided by our ego’s delusions of control, to manifest artificial masks over and or to devour nature’s magnificence and beauty, of which most is yet unknown to us, believing ourselves more grand than it, more grand than the universe, more grand than all creation, just because we have cobbled together a few tiny immediately crumbling facades of mountains and built puny things that go boom masquerading as stars, but the difference and why mankind’s manifestations pale by such insignificant measure (as to be on a level of not worth making note) to that of Infinity’s imagination, which from came the impenetrable opus called “Creation” we are experiencing as life, is man’s works are founded in institutionalized fear, whilst Infinity’s was, is and always will be sourced in LOVE.