Pinwheels for giant children grow and turn under the desert sun. The parade is coming. The new energy pulses through us like the blood of the living. The new mind thinks new thoughts and seeks out new ways of being. The old power clings to its strongholds and lashes out because it smells death on every gust of wind.
ITS radiates art power driving the identity transduction. A thousand arrows fly to split a thousand rainbows. They fold back upon themselves closing circles of full spectrum color, lighting the way to a more sensible, sustainable human culture.
