At the apex of your journey, throw thy hands to the the sky and wail like the ghost that has seen it all since the dawning of time. Dance in the shadows cast by the moonlight and belt out your heart’s content. Hold nothing back, as this is the apex of your journey. Push aside the ravenous debris that has cluttered your every step since the dawning of time, and let your sound permeate the walls of life as you cast yourself upon existence’s great procession of movement. Like the lungs of a breathing giant who’s deep coughs echo across the playground of father time’s maestro, you have made your mark.