It all came from mysterious origins, the way meaning seems to almost
extend from nothingness if you were to try and trace fate back to its
source. The inventors, the craftsmen, the artists, toiling over their
abducting musical addictions in seclusion, waiting for that rare
moment, that epiphany, when they might get the chance to share their
wisdom with the world. A time when dreams congregate like spirits in
clouds, raining, and seeping down through the Earth to awaken us. To
retrieve our tho...