Apocalyse's mystic dance throws off the veils to announce...a new order of things.
Information is revealed - inner/outer - the seals are opening and the beatific vision emerges.
At the low-point of the imagination's unfolding, metal tanks and planes fire hatred through the air and the earth's surface is charred. The involutive forces of industry play their metal symphony across the board of life.
Coverings are stripped back so hidden angels and hoarding demons come to view.
Plates of image are littered through the world, bearers of possibility line the galleries and the assorted faces of people each tell their story, worn into the lines of their skin.
Now the divine fire of consciousness descends and lights up the souls of humanity - interpretation is the dividing rod that separates us through the contents of our psyches.