Well, a wind whipping flood rushes on into the tightened funnel building up its pressure against the refining innersloping concavity of the great valve. ‘Til the whirling emotion ceases its constant dancing, when eyes see true and stop fantasizing upon those things which are called esoteric, or such a word as unreal, yet existing solely within possibilities to which nothing is excluded, and all is viewed; in a word: infinite.