We are in a mystical journey on a rock hurling through the galaxy, but our mystical journey has now become redundant, suffocated in time. The path turns in circles, leading back to the same spot. Like tracks in the sand, rocks colliding with rocks, forming explosions as to who we are. Deep down to the core, the journey goes ignored, doors closed in a trap going through a mirrored illusion, life has become an hysteria, mass confusion. Do we make life a never ending vortex to the abyss of going no where, do  we travel through the black holes to travel to another dimension, occupying time and space.  The universe…