Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God.
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.
Out here we is stoned.
Immaculate.
From "Stoned Immaculate" by The Doors (an ancient terran rock band)
Miura Bull has left us. Many have left us. But what really left us, is the soul. The spirits have wandered off to eternal asteroid fields light years away. They are restlessly wandering. Looking for a home. Inhaling star dust. Dreaming up new constructs. Failing to grasp reality. Bitterly cursing their origin. The loss of God. The heartache.
Out here. In the perimeter. This is where we rise. This is where we truly get to know who we are. This is the true purge. And it shall set us free!
