If by avoiding the confines of connectivity to those conceptual constructs created to suppress even those whose job description includes undermining the rest who continually remain oppressed, can we tangle our limbs in long branches of operatic influence to move the immobile masses to century old mindset lives when even the slightest notch in a barricade, if cut wrong, could let fall the efforts of all those involved, creating, collecting, and concluding the times of financial adversary, we do as we want for the reward of collective success. To live as all, as wel, as one tonal wave audible to all but all too incomprehensible until the frivolity of contemporary life sprouts in the waste left out in the cold of contempt. Soon to raise symbols to pedestals, soon to raise soot structures, and soil the cotton comforts of equally existing men. Blown across rot-scapes post-life of the earth. Shrugged off of bold mountainous shoulders, discarding the jacket walking into the warmth. Skin revisiting sun lightened sky (and you), fresh air seeing through pores of earth animals. Shed the armour, the chemical corrosion, the trillion cubic ton urban cave protecting us from nature. We're afraid to die.