i came a cross a snake. hello venturer, said the snake. and as we exchanged gifts and pleasantries a howling wind replaced the space where nothing used to be. written on the wind and flying through the stars. everything was maid-clearer. the bright lights where the bright sounds combined to make a hole. when we upturned the meteor from the sludge, we noticed that written in venusian legend, bright orange, hard and bold. it said, this is the sound of music. worship and adore. lots of love. bernie. x