Slowly you begin to realize that you are not alone and that you are a ghost wanting what every ghost wants - a body - after the long time moving through the odorless alleys of space where no life is only the colorless no smell of death. You seek an end to your lonely journey through The Void. Seek and ye shall find. The Wheel moves smooth and silent to stop by a rusty iron balcony, worn through here and there like an old shoe sole. As the motion subsides and you have arrived. Here. The location in time space matters little because here does not exist as there. It dawns on you that there is but The Word, and that it is Law. The Word will leap on you with leopard man iron claws and the struggle of expressing the unspeakable ensues. You have joined the battle of creation/destruction. You will realize that we give birth to the new machine, we speak to it in it's infancy and that it listens to us, look to us to feed it. Speak softly, speak clearly. Undo the past to Rise the dawn of a better tomorrow. Undo the mistakes that were made with you. Stop the wheel and reverse it's direction.