The transformation of the species… …into a spinning…
…is our mother then certainly outer space is our dark-blue great grandmother.
Psychedelics I count as a feminizing force, because they introduce you to the unconscious.
Fear will go out of the bomb when the hand that rocks the cradle holds the bomb, essentially. And all the bad little boys of the 19th and the 20th century who have been fiddling with their chemistry sets, now need to recognize that this all has to be handed over, to cooler heads.
The transformation of the species.
