as an explanation: the top on the left is a mountain and the top on the right is gravel dug out of the mountain.

But the gradient showed itself.

Spent some time and place in search of myself. I went through an ageing Detroit Rock City carrying painted parasites up and down shafts and through dark tunnels and up upon the mountains to gaze at the whiteness that lasts. I went into a smoke tent only to leave again and contemlate the clicking laugh of non-mooses. The bore pulled me up at 4AM quickly transporting me down with the Holy Diver and a Rainbow in the dark. I recovered in the sun with Aleister went away in wind and came back to where I started.

 Pictures will be posted.