pensivemartian's Journal

13 October
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“I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?” - Robert F. Kennedy

The answer to Kennedy’s query lives in the dark energy of negative space, between the torso and the rear limb of the beast, leaving the vital epicenter of motoring veritas, the floating perch, from which you experience the ultimate distillation of man and machine.  The belief is that each pulse of the massive hand-balanced flywheels will result in a deeper and more connected interface with what is and what can be. The soul of the machine, the massive flywheels at the vertical and horizontal perpendicular axis, is housed within a shrine specified and carved from the finest materials for the purpose, crafted to preserve this  most vital life force in its most desirable state, permanently.