Red consumes itself forever reaching, never filled. The consequences of our human flesh, Integrated when we dissolve into the humble state of nothingness. Helpless, the ego tantrums. The wish for death and abstract ideas of killing God in a dark night of the soul. Yet nothing satisfies the frame of our existence. Nor the fulfillment of our desires or the illusion of lack. A bottomless pit, that can't be filled with finite resources. The red of our roots, can only evolve with living water from the infinite fountain. Where the divine spirit holds everything together, teaching us to depend on his love. Genre: Sonic Sacred Geometry Key: C# minor BPM: 165.95 Tuning: 432 Hertz Precise Temperament