"The present is gone.... fantasy is a part of reality, and we take the breaks off. We're thinking clearly. Yet, not thinking at all.... and this feels right. We stop trying to control things. We forget all the pain and the hurt in life. We want to go somewhere else. We're not threatened by people anymore. All our insecurities have evaporated. We're in the clouds now. We're WIDE open.... We're spaceman orbiting the Earth. Yeah, the world looks beautiful from here, man. We're nympholectics, derising for the unatainable. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. So many ideas and... so little memory. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. We flow in unison.... We're together. I wish this was real. We want a universal level of togetherness, where we're comfortable... with everyone. We're in rhythm.... part of a movement. A movement to escape. Ultimately.... we just want to be happy. Hey... wha... what the @#$%! was I just saying?" -Human Traffic
