Ravenous labyrinths through folds in space-time bring us closer now to ourselves

 

Under arctic conditions water giants scour the outer reaches of the cosmic ocean in search of Davy Jone's locker

 

On the horizon of awakening artificial satellites piece together sheet metal and set us on a self-righteous path towards our sole purpose

 

At the helm of all intelligence celestial bodies develop a zenith sense gifting us some peace of mind handed down granting us a rite of safe passage unto all realms unknown