I make this announcement with little or no hesitation perhaps a little later on when I have had an opportunity to address those assembled as is befitting these conditions both in terms of the merit of punctuality and circumstances of preemptive procrastination, notwithstanding,  I can and most certainly will issue a bona-fide assurance worthy of being gently cast into virgin platinum ingots at a fitting time convenient to the cursory examination of lengthy evening shadows bending across the verdant landscape while exhibiting a modicum of lightly chilled semi-thixotropic honied haste though not so much as to stir invisible clouds of neighboring ether with to swift a movement and this remains always in keeping with regard for tender affiliations in proximal reference to delicate structures both near and far of any openly aromatic floral varieties.  In this simple manner we are able to delve through the leaves and hours of our days in accordance with casual and causal relationships with adjacent events as we move around in uber-quasi-flex-time while bounding through the infinite depths of sweeping space even while standing perfectly still or hopping from place to place apace.  Is it science?  Probably.  Though I myself refrain from geo-locating a benchmark for any fixed point as holding qualities of sanctified divinity beyond any other mystic locale from Rome to Rio.  Pseudo mystics will rattle thin metal sheets to drum the thunder and ignite brilliant tufts of flash powder in the blink of an eye to establish plausible distractions to beguile those who hunger for a little magic to pass the time betwixt entrées, but those who are truly famished for the fascination of a spark of vivid experiential transcendence need only fall head first into the well of wisdom with little more than a ticket to ride.  Once upon the other side it ultimately proves implausible to turn around and attempt to scale the wall back to a condition of lesser invention once one has known exquisite comprehension of multiple dimensions.  How then does one endure the return to the racket of hammering pegs and polishing rivets while the clock tick tocks nickels and dimes of our precious time away day after carbon copy day beneath buzzing lumen tubes casting hard slanting shadows against the all to familiar landscape of the corporate cube where the odor of conformity saturates our lungs with air so stale it could be bottled in amber glass and be sold as an antique gas.  Individuality is the very awakening spark of existence.  That which demonstrates a cosmic catalog of infinite possibilities refreshes our naked eyes where the beauty and truth of vibrant variations bring our curiosities back to the surface as our awakened spirit breaks through the decaying gray scale of conventionality just as a slender spring green sprout cracks the concrete insult which is plastered coast to coast in all directions across the sleeping fertile earth and gives birth to a socialist bloom where capitalism fractures only to meet its long overdue doom.

      - Orbmanelson  © 9-11-11