Stevil's podcast

Propellers of time bend like leaves in the breeze as I rapidly float toward the end of the next encounter with the inevitable.

The begining is the end and everything in between is music.

The significant fact about this particular usage of the word "fact" has nothing to do with anything factual, and therefore this entire sentence has nothing to do with reality whatsover. I am, factually speaking, completely and untterly at a loss for any words resembling ideas or expressions that may or may not be factual. However, the entire communication system between humans, both current and historical, are just as non-factual when reduced to the state that I am in at present. Welcome to my state.