So much out of place, mass quantity efforts required.
It is all mirage.
Seen only from down here in the lower coordinates, the high walls are fearfully intimidating.
One glimpse will melt your ears, but the truth is, a longer look gleans a completely different result. The wrinkles, seams, and temporalities can only be located upon closer examination.
This quandary requires fear and stagnation. Fear springs off of belief and dogma, potent falsehoods.
External nagging invokes the retreat, opossum response. A hibernation, reset, cleanse. Waking to find possibly the same scenereo, we will be slightly refreshed mentally or so we may hope.
Time, time, later, later, after nothing,
Idea=Miracle, Climb=Find, High Vantage=Codified Relief