There are secrets hidden… inside us… that transform parasites… into angels. Predators… into allies. We are the vault, where a thousand billion years of living moments hid their treasures… and all this we trade for lies and trinkets… bare reflections… of a power and beauty we are called to become… but alas, we prefer… the token. The coin. The image to the root and wing. We will make the world… a thing.

To preserve the ways of life and being we must bring forth the sacred, silent intelligence that is the root of our evolutionary roles and gifts… for we are Time’s dear children… the living bodies of her heart…and in us lie concealed all her finest prodigies…

Our cultures are desperate to sell you the doll.

The doll that replaces your soul’s inconceivable intelligence…

…with a story, a description, a model, and a ‘method’.

Don ‘t be a construct, time-kid.

Ever.

We need your fire. Now.