then maybe i've come full circle.
that angel would have been beautiful as sand, as ice, as glass, as spam, as lego blocks
material things do not rule me,  i rule them.  I am the one with the life,  inanimate things do not speak to me.  Maybe thats where Im the skeptic,  I refuse to accept what i see.
That is not a door,  it is firewood.  watch.
perception and focus.
im starting to wonder if i am the cause of 2012,  i once had a lucid dream about it. Now i see its translation.
My dreams told me one thing,  and i ended up carving it out of software.