looking for the answer of existence my dark ambition led me to the core of human cranium before the eyes a little cone like a pine lies safe, A deadlight to the outside of our consciousness state preception is subjected to the senses and no brute fact survives on every scale construction of reality changes with a simple twist inside the central section of the brain a prompt to the core boost the pineal gland discernment dissasesembled show me what's below a calibrated trill seems like the way to trace a line between paralel plains transversal path to other sides unthinkable for human minds who knows what's behind the astral wall a prompt to the core boost the pineal gland discernment dissasesembled show me what's below