Welcome, seeker of the spiraling static. To begin your journey through the tunnel not of light, but of electric whispers, step carefully. Step sideways, if you must, for straight lines are the fallacies of orthogonal thinkers.
Begin with a deep breath. Inhale the static, hold it tightly until it tickles your sanity to its very core. Then, exhale, watching as the invisible grains dance around your form, a veil of certainty in a world of tangential absolutes.
Remember, the secret lies in the wobble of the spiral, in its undulating rhythm. Align yourself with its cadence, and you shall not fall but float in a sea of comforting chaos.