No strains, no stresses’ but in the mind a machine of no return.. Where archives store all be it much more, a philosophical kind.. The doors are endless, the rooms much more, explore, explore. A vast ocean.. A sea of dreams where explorations soar. A cave of magic, or doom and gloom, galore, galore! Our minds a vessel in which we sail.. The tale, oh the tale.. To come from old or ponder new the intrigue is still you.. So take a note along the way and have a ringside view.