It's a panoramic change of experience, the book of the dead, breathing. It's a not so deeply rooted tree and a unexpected pleasure. It's turning left down all the right streets and Superman wearing Chuck Norris pajamas to bed. It's self inquisition and catching up with yourself. But honestly I have no idea what it is it could just be a dried terd. I thought it was a good idea. It's me running uphill dodging obstacles and throwing punches and doing it with a smile on my face the entire time. It's me honestly not caring and having a bad memory.