Information undercover. Unique disguises. Answers in a different form. Misdirection underway.
It makes no sense. The picture is garbage. Pretend the Magic is in another box. This is not intended for me.
Pack it up. Throw it away. Get on to something worthwhile.
Wait! Something residual. What? . . . that little glitter of purple . . . like something is hidden underneath trying to get noticed. A complex curve, A patchy mystery. The Infinite mystery.
Something draws you back. Whatever it is, it is indescribable. You have a feeling of wanting to be addicted to it, you’re just not sure what it is.
The unknown? IN-security? The unthinkable? The unknowable?
Nah. Forget it . . . hit the ‘delete’ button.
The Infinite 