light and sounds... smoke and mirrors... from the place that both the observer and the observed can be seen... a hand print on a devine diaphram... pressing weight against with eyes searching for the perfect face... delivering darkness from a fear of it self... to provide meaning... to explain itself... awareness is never shadowed by emotion... inner peace does not kill the hunger for war... but when charished it can sever the steam from the engines... how beautiful it can be sometimes... to feel severed... to explain itself... light and sound... smoke and mirrors...