So you thought you would seek a distraction, something "new or different"; escape the cold fairy tale of the past, the playful yet sneaky emptiness of the present, or one-up the strange conceit radiating from that stage curtain called the future.

For some ironically scientific reason, there was never a time when we could all look at each other and see objects animated throughout eternity, comprised of fairy tales from the past, emptiness from the present, and material from a long black curtain towering before us.

To share eternity with even just one other being has repeatedly proven to spawn eternity's tragedy, and so I now give you the fatal idea of that which is FATELESS. This is our own personal selection of what is FOREVER, not subject to negotiation by 'fate' or any other prophecy, and available to us from this very moment on.

For me, the survival of this idea is now made possible through music, art, and the boundless emotion that seeps out from their many genre's, technological mediums, and opposing identities. Maybe tomorrow something else will do this, but I doubt it. Our fateful nature locks us into a fateless pattern. I would assume that not even the shift from counting notes on a musical staff one decade to counting megabytes on a hard disk another could interrupt such an unpredictable, yet vital means of communication.

So, people, whether it is wine, nitrous, or strychnine you are drinking, we here at FATELESS would like to propose a toast to the well being of your unsung heart.God save the king and long live the queen in the convoluted kingdom of the self! Coming from a land too foreign for passports or visas to legitimize, there is a fateless home waiting at the end of your abapical tunnel; until then, sparks from the many bonfires you pass along the way will be your subtitles, and we will leave the power button on for you.