as you approach its bottom, the loud rumbling cascade quiets down, the multiplicity of forever busy waterdrops unite into one lazy plunge pool, it's all so calm and aimless, dreams and illusions weigh down the eyelids. soothing inertia numbs down all the limbs. rotting and fluctuating and floating and mischievously mingling and mangling. it's time to say goodnight to meaning and start surrending to the pointless moe surplus.