A primordial flow across the blood-brain barrier. Cryptic ring structures bind to receptors. These duplicate keys throw the floodgates open on a raw datasphere of pure information. An inner path to outer space or a facile article of faith? Falsifiable fantasies or freestanding parallel realities? We’re so frequently seduced by such novel, exotic views. Our confirmation biases leverage everything we perceive. Visions so astonishing, preposterous, impossible. A cosmic lattice of calligraphies, geometries unthinkable. Infinite Jaali screens, alive, florescent/fluorescent as I shatter, melt. Annihilation. Rolling hills. The water flows. The flowers bloom. There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love.
Since forming in Manitoba in 1986, Propagandhi have brought an emphatic anti-fascist message to their music. Along with addressing a number of personal losses suffered …