The Ground Beneath

When you are traversing other worlds, when all the worlds are within your grasp, when traveling at the speed of thought you go back into the future.
And now you wonder whether that makes sense to anyone who hasn't touched the planes you have. Only he to whom it makes sense is worthy.
You have to fly to see all. To know all.
And I have soared to worlds far above. I have touched the zenith of orgasmic meaninglessness. I have seen what i saw and what you see.
Why do we do it? That is the question.
Well the question exists because we did it.
If the act was not performed, how could it warrant the question. The past that we saw is the reason the future is.
And it's good cos the spirit of celebration is here.
Fly High. Only remember the Ground Beneath.