Was it the coin shrinkers?

Was it the coin shrinkers?

Was it the plasma thermal/magnetic/mass projection devices? Miniature FM broadcast circuits? EMP wave generators? Internet radio broadcasts? My mobile phone? My outlet?

Or was it Tesla’s glare, piercing into my future like he knew all along?

Massively-paralleled miniature devices of conceivable consequence…

…and of conceivable chaos.

True to her name, Nature finds harmony in intricate flux – a true Mother. Yet she knows none better but to care for her children till homogeneity has befallen this poor house…or she will have decided to begin again.

As one of her most prized children, it has taken many, many days for mother’s tending and mending our place that we might finally awaken to provide her with companionship in the house she has built.

Earth as her child, contains the only known children capable of altering trajectory on ground and in sky by force of intelligent construct — awe and wonder, if that were not true. Yet as of now we know one and not another, thus as one – as her children, we can manipulate the major forces to learn…

…and never stop.