Memory of Optics a Sense of Homecoming w/o Sound

SURVEILLANCE, CRIME & PHILOSOPHY & CULTURE What is memory without optics of sight and sound, or sense-touch or feeling, of smell, perception, of and without heart, a ember without fire, but with fire, and the long way journey to a final destination, between the cross-road of heaven, earth, and purgation here, heaven and hell, tainted by pain, to release the poison of living, which releass an exit bullet wound, of ricoche, in this life and the next. Not shrapnel, bullet mark, but kaledeiscope of a some kind of homecoming, which we hopefully anticipate on our final voyage home in Late May.