Join me as we tread paths riddled with whimsical nonsense of the finest brand. One such brand that we all see as enjoyable in its own sense, but through different telescopes probing different patterns of the same celestial beings who, like us, love to dawdle into our own galaxies. Go ahead, decide in the eyes like a fiery Beijing Tiger, or depart gracefully as does the swan when evening opens its somber eyes. Venture back into retrospect, a slideshow running itself over and over until a few screws fall, and then we find that our universes are more than parallel, but far from that most sought after collision.

The violence of our minds is a beautiful thing. Creativity, they call it.