It’s the Age of Horus babes, so hop on board Harry Potter. Adults are addled, a rotten cord – look at their wasteful ways, and cut through. Children of the corn awake, and bring the Sun! Ears of many years are open wide to hear the chiding of the pride of hypocrites. Take your Hippocratic oath, and lay witness to the future. The Shining is upon us in time to turn it around. Reunite with your compass to navigate their maze, running wild, free, pouncing past the last reverbs of a dying age over the bridge to the River of Rebirth, Regrowth. Dial in, the water is rich, the air white.