Okay my blog's set up now. As of today, March 6, 2017, David Gilmour's birthday, I've finally managed to get my blog under control (more or less). This post represents one status nodality of a myriad published over the years on blogger site. I've annexed as many bylines and criss-crossed as many interwoven hyperlinks as I could in the span of thirteen years. Over hundreds of blogs and many dozens of posts haphazardly applied in an unpredictable array of subjects and toss ups, I can finally begin to recognize the Azathothian quality, call it an outspread manifestation on one of the folded origami corners of space, or an outward array of chaotic issuing streamers as fine as white hairs, or a deranged sigil of sonic sibilance ushering in the oblique microgravitational wavelengths of our own cascading unfolding hyperdimensional moment in the herenow we like to think of as spacetime. As the senseless psychobabble ensues across the audial and visual spectrum we process through our ears and eyes every day of our lives, we adapt in a myriad individual ways. Erasing the bottom line of reality remains everyone's speciality.