The dilapidated sand castles melt cautiously into themselves becoming sand again. The whole wide emptiness of things orbit each other, dreaming. Out here in the deep infinity of faces, of moons, of halos, stars, and planets, here we are, looking out at each other through our starry planet orbs of eyes. Planets of atoms and nuclei pop and jive and dance in our giant molecules of body. Life, that sweet dream, and only interrupted by consciousness, when we are ripped away from pure being. Suddenly there is yesterday and tomorrow and me and you and them and us. Madness begins to envelope the perfect moment, the now, the interconnectivity field, where it all just is. That’s a bummer. It just blows the whole trip that’s just always already there waiting for us to commune. It’s like it’s saying comm-on-in. In an Om Mani Padme Hum sort of way, if you know what I mean. Or like liposurgury as my whole body tingles cause it’s falling asleep.