Light_Nazgul

Many babies were punched, and bacon spread across the land, blanketing the mountains with its tender grease laden reposits. Universal currency will have no name ascribed to it, for the very notion of ascribing something that is considered universal, is in fact, a paradox, and at worst, a convolution of a concrete ideal. For how can an ideal be concrete, lest it is the manifestation of an idea? Perhaps it is created so that mankind may gaze upon its own finite logic to the extent of realizing its sheer undoing of the actual spectrum of reality, which is the ebbing and flowing of chaos. Chaos is the very baby in which reality is punched, for how can such a tautological projection of consciousness perceive that which is unarranged and subject to the very whim of an imperceptible concept?