And before you knew it, you found yourselves dressed up as Lemmings from that old Amiga-game, marching on, falling off a cliff to instant squashification. Gwuaeh – a tinny sort of sound. And realizing all your good intentions are worth nothing if not for the whole – “love what you do not for what it is, but because what good it does to you that radiates unto others” said the tour guide welcoming us onto the vessel (that float out of metal). Japanese Casino versus Samsara. Circular arm movements piercing through the veil sticking to our perceived reality like fly paper. Ah – the quietus. Silence. Room to breathe again. “You don’t need to be anywhere but where you are”. That’s good to know, mr Tour Guide, thanks, appreciate it.