This might take a while

Setting out on new adventures. Beyond the confines of those self imposed minders that previously seemed so spacious. Grasping at foreign objects, rolling them in our mouthy tentacles and letting their textures skitter along nerve endings. Falling as they may through chemical pin boards carved by generation upon generation of assumptive outcomes. What names and beliefs will scroll, punch tape style from these fractal dendrites? Then with each level of subjection, assemble and manifest into an imagination made visible only unto the multi-self.