Words and voice by Harold Gorebinsky
Music by 'The Clerk' aka Corbin Declercq

All energy is life.

We, along with tens of thousands of other groups of intelligent beings are the collective mind of our Galaxy. Our Galaxy is a living thing, striving for survival. On a collision course with a goal.

Billions of Galactic rotations in the future We will harness the energy of the Milky Way and guide it on a path, along with the other Galaxies, arrange a structure to be ready for an event. That event will be paramount to the future of this dimension. Just as our cells are part of our bodies. Our blood, veins, organs and bones. Our physical universe as we know it, is a cell. Part of something much greater than we know. Our known space is vast and complicated. But outside of our universe's cell-wall, there is even more complication and vastness.

We must become extreme beings to guide and shape the spiraling chaos that we now know. We are the Architects.

We Are the Architects, Mastered

Words and voice by Harold Gorebinsky

All energy is life.

We, along with tens of thousands of other groups of intelligent beings are the collective mind of our Galaxy. Our Galaxy is a living thing, striving for survival. On a collision course with a goal.

Billions of Galactic rotations in the future We will harness the energy of the Milky Way and guide it on a path, along with the other Galaxies, arrange a structure to be ready for an event. That event will be paramount to the future of this dimension. Just as our cells are part of our bodies. Our blood, veins, organs and bones. Our physical universe as we know it, is a cell. Part of something much greater than we know. Our known space is vast and complicated. But outside of our universe's cell-wall, there is even more complication and vastness.

We must become extreme beings to guide and shape the spiraling chaos that we now know. 

We are the Architects.

We Are the Achitects, Raw

Words and voice by Harold Gorebinsky

Just the other day on my evening stroll, I encountered a young lady at the tall-river bridge. She was visibly upset. Tears of loss and sorrow streamed down her pale cheeks.

Concerned, I approached her with care. Intending to offer what support I could, I softly inquired: "Dear girl, what ever could be the matter?" Even more gloom and distraught then I could have guessed, she answered in a low and long pulse: "I am here to throw myself off this bridge. I need help. I need help."

 I was somewhat relieved to hear her answer and know the apex of her strife. She muttered again, "Can you help me? I need help." With just a brief hesitation I defined "Of-course I will help you."

 I warmly embraced her. A comfort she accepted with mild relief.

Then I swept her off of her feet, picked her up over my shoulders and threw her off the bridge.

 I savored a quick sigh of accomplishment as her squeal faded.