There is no dimension of time.

Cause becomes effect.

It is a tapestry being woven of strands constantly being pulled from what was woven.

The anarchies of desire versus the tyrannies of judgement.

Future and past.

Heart and head.

Motor and steering.

We are living in a flat world on a round planet.

Our wishes, hopes, beliefs, ideologies, orders, religions, narratives keep falling away and coming around to bite us in the rear and we can't figure out why.

Yet the larger the crowd, the lower the common denominators, so loud rules.

The bull is power.

The matador is art.