..when the sun greets the dawn

In the end it all cycles back to the fundamental ontological confrontation, found most immediately in the yelp that introduces "You're Gonna Miss Me" by the Thirteenth Floor Elevators: the grapple tossed across the crevasse, a recoiling back into origination, the thrust and pump by which we define the undefined, mass defining void, waste becoming food, waxing and waning, and the calculus by which I intend to engender power through simple acts of charity. A valley of humility betwixt two mountains of conceit. You're gonna wake up one morning.