And so the symphony is ready for it’s performance. A performance to seal a multitude of lives.
Harmonize – the discordant sound of om at different pitches and levels. Then slowing blending into a single voice.
The bell has rung and round one is over.
One stands at the precipice of the dark hole/whole – the point where the pendulum where space/time is undefined. A new beginning – a new vision.
Unity or the grand experiment ends. We worked too hard to let it all go. Om shanti.