At the moment of universal conception, energy and matter - the stuff of which we are composed - were spat from a void
at incredible speed, and yet they're not going anywhere. Every soul and everything that has ever been, from the Sun
to the ring around your bathtub, is still here in some shape or form, and there will always be artist to see them. I wish to
reveal its nature for
at incredible speed, and yet they're not going anywhere. Every soul and everything that has ever been, from the Sun
to the ring around your bathtub, is still here in some shape or form, and there will always be artist to see them. I wish to
reveal its nature for