If I could somehow directly convey to you what I now behold, we would lay the world’s miseries to rest in a year. There would be no war. There would be conflict. Nature would become our living mind and body. Populations would drop. Machine-use would remain, but become 84% less interesting. Drug addiction would disappear. If I could only somehow convey what I see and know… there is no lock that could withstand our intimate agreement under noble purpose. None. And all I see? It’s a hand. Just that. That’s where the whole key was writ. A hand. A way of seeing it that reveals meanings otherwise impossible to discover. And these meanings? They are ways. Ways beyond ours. Way beyond ours. They put it right in what we use to ignore it. Everything. In one simple multiwaythingBeyond. That’s where it is hidden. Right now. They didn’t put the key in your hand.

The key -is- your hand. And how or if you can underst(ar)(h)and this. Together. Or a part.