If the veil were to be lifted from our callow gaze and our existence split wide
open, it would expose a torrential theater of war encompassing our rootless
pursuits of fulfillment. If the cloak were to be lifted from the eyes of

humanity, allowing us to see the elaborate strands of things that may or may not
come to pass. Things concealed by cataracts designed to preserve our wits. If
our ears no longer remain silent to the harmonies and dissonance of overtures

that saturate the skies and omit the ossicles, then our negligence will become
our noose