protons embrace topographical realms of human equation equating being with nothingness in an upwards-drafted magnetic wind borrowing from interstellar dust and solar flares we take charge sculpt our theories into burnished effigies of eloquence and order human relics fade red-shifting in plasma fog companionless souls at the helm of perpetual radiance machinesSAUCE00Proton Arielle Oliver Mistigris 20161114ƒ