Inescapable physicallity of form, enforced by its design, prisons itself without enlightment. Denouncing its given formality by rupturing edges, form can exists in an liminal state which it is free from itself and its creator. Being in this state, form dictates its cycle and space around it. Seperation is the moment of creation and independence. All visions and turmoils are previous to its flight to the realm of Abraxas. Nevertheless, Art exists behind the scene in mere form of energy.