I don't think it's just bibble babble jibber talk. It's rather the Zoners' home waters where we find the simple, yet useless truths beneath it all, unfocused and blurring reflections of ourselves tied to seemingly endless sequences of memorized pictures spawning the holographic scenery from our past we call life. Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, so where do we go from here, actually where from? Live is a strange thing, just when you think you know how to use it it's gone, and all the while we get wasted on the way. When are we ready to proclaim loudly "I AM I" or just "I AM", before we start to pursue our goals, or after achieving them?
Ferguson poured himself a glass of mineral water, although Kiss was turning away in disgust making a grimace. He did not feel like having a drink now. The matter ahead required his full attention. The table turned white, and Ferguson did not realize that Kiss was not turning away because of the mineral water.
