When you get so thirsty for the universe the answers you uncover daily are no longer satisfying. What you really crave is the unknown your soul is begging to know. Like the sensation of a forgotten word on the tip of your tongue…except its on the tip of your mind. Scratch that. It’s on the tip of your being: the feelings, the sensations that are you. Begging to ask questions that are strange yet instantly sacred. The realization of even one would shatter the confining false hologram that is you; in the best way. Releasing every glittering charged bit of dust like a dying star. Death and creation beautifully entangled in an infinite light.