To the ends of the earth at the start of birth the ego was altered by the mischievous Id. At times it would play the weeping guitar gently during moments of melancholy discords. It would fly low over an ocean of humanity in the hope it would find the perfect sunset and awake to a new dawn. The morning star is a beacon to the manifestation of many thoughts in this golden age of hyper reasoning and counter culture. Only the juggernaut of fear is the nemesis of existence which suppresses the desires to conquer the oyster.