Up to now, the experience with unterwater creatures was each time both fascinating and destructive. A lot has been gained, along with personality conglomerates yearning to be labelled as characteristics of a wrong direction. With all going astray, it would seem easy, but the beauty and irresistibility of knowledge has worked as a catalyst for the desire the dwell even further. It is ironic how an element of water can be so still. Or is it another's reflection in the water giving this inert feel? Just like a daily dose of something not altering anything, it keeps the pulse at a steady beat. There is never an interet, or is it? With the crowd of pulsating creatures, all seeking the same remedy, what good would it be to select, confine, dedicate. There's all but resemblence between, all alike through the full pattern ferociously pursued in orther to carry further. Complete addictiveness can suceed once overdose vanishes in the horizon. Then, at the turning of time, the path may flow gently, or sink quickly opening the door to an entire ocean of collapse. You could be these words, swim cross their polished beginnings, finishings or you might just want to watch still, like a dead volcano, gaize at a sea of stillness with not a thing to give and nothing to take.