the focal point for the next foray is chosen into the limelight the resilient is fused now wears away the times in between the spaces their are now where will i find the ends to all these joys in exclimations that we survived into this present state only to look away into the distant lands as the future strecthes the limits of a permanet imagination across a bland sky overlooking the department heads. where is now looking to my own face? what is the distance ebb bewteen ebay and the sun? when will the questions stop? why bother? here and at this time