Approximately ten years of mental insulation in the shape of mainly institutional intellectual compositions burnt and shed from my morphogenetic field.

Study my metamorphosis.
Observe my rearrangement.
Witness my reunion.
Behold my becoming.

Perceived immortality is in practice controlled dying.
It is like falling. So age extension is the parachute.
And immortality is flying. Or hovering. Or floating.
Controlled dying.

Burning is good.
It is the heat in the alchemical process.