"There is always a way out," she said. Even the games of life have solutions. But cornered in the windowless room, the teacher designs a way out or is cursed by time. Where are the books with the solutions? Inside your cells, cell or cellular? Inside where there is the war. There is the bunker you have built. Following instructions a secret door and stair is in that special place that is forbidden. Do you have the courage to say the truth? Can you step away from the herd? Game on. Game Face. Gamertainment. Where are you in this? Anywhere? Nowhere? Beside the violet stair sits the golden one, waiting for you to come to your senses. Step to who you are. Birds are there with white wings in their hair. And lovely dreams welcome you to you. But, cross the bridge we built through time. The clues are hanging in the air. There are goats and boats there. There are songs, dances and jigs. So leap at the meteor's lips and sing o. From the Ashes the Ancestors breathe your identity through time and space: Isense
