This is the fact of a new and vitally interesting experiment in the realm of physics, psychology, and art. There is no trick to this, as tricks go, except the mathematical magic of simple physics. Of course, simple physics for one man is black magic for another.

Dropping out of the mundane existence and breaking free from one's own roboticisms. Bathing in the rapturous energy and hanging free. Free from hive mentality one can't help but to hedonistically rapture on pleasurable energy.

Small wonder if he had loved her for herself, she was so beautiful.

The God we now behold with open'd eyes; A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head.