May the perceptual distortions of this alleged civilization, these ideas of what one “is” and “is not”, these conditionings that erroneously assert the existence of absolutes and know-ables, these roots of arrogance that veil the potential of being hu-man, these momentous imposterous perpetuators of mechanistic behavior, may they wilt in the light of Conscious Life and in their death become the food that feeds the mycelial formation of cerebral ground capable of metabolizing time in order to feed time beyond the alleged self. Cosmos 2 depends on patience.