Nietzsche keeps visiting me in my dreams. And no, that's not Father Crow.

I like how Zarathustra chooses legacy and willfulness to continue with strategy and contraptions of ultra ambition and star seeking to flame up in the igloo of imperative completion of super silver dreams and galaxies of networking crosshairs with a shifting train and bell tower to walk the mermaid's harmonies and enter cheat codes to the doorway of cosmic consciousness.