The insolence of faith,
self rite,
written to the voyage,
to the obsolescence of the physical world,
present in front of such grandeur.
The sagacity of the search for my own result.
The doubt,
the first step,
the next step,
the infinite forward loop,
the cycle,
the momentum accelerating my energy out of my soul.
Into the matter of nothing visible.
the MONSTRUKTOR