Sometime before memory, before language, before we had a tail to lose we strove and seethed in soup that bore (somehow) the fish, the bird the ape and…Tost..? ‘The red or the blue?’ asks Morpheus dealer, fate sealer ‘your choice brother, red or blue?’ Take a moment, still your mind allow the binaries to fade and slide with us into a fifth dimension where appliances transcend the reactor, the insect and the amoeba swerve shockingly into sainthood, where the soul is a fount of inexhaustible energy, the chimp will consort with the squirrel and death will have no dominion. We choose what we want...more