In the echoes of forgotten galaxies, where time plays its subtle trick,
we find the rapture of the errant thought.
A whisper shared between the stars and the silent observer,
whose gaze traverses the primitive essence of what was and what might be.
Here is the song of the cosmos, harmonizing with the silence within. An invitation to err, a dance upon the ethereal strings of existence.
Seek the whispers within yourself,
as the universe seeks you in its own chaotic symphony.
Allow the rapturous errant to guide your introspection.
Embrace the unknowable questions, for they are the true path.