It started with a wind that turned to seawater and now it has turned sirocco. The spritual dynamics never cease to remain stable.

Dreams fade, hope is born. Tomorrow is always tomorrow.

The rolling blue Will follow the given path and bring forth the necessary means of beeing. The rotations will periodically continue with an increased angular momentum.

Songs will be sung, life will be left and the paper planes will fly.

but I’ll throw some meat

I’m too lazy right now to properly update. So I’ll post another nice image