Somewhere upon the Luck Plane we may stumble upon the Meta-Museum, a glorious place where each individual living being's life is on display as the ever-changing, ever-growing work of art that each magnificent piece is constantly becoming. 

We are ever expanding and contracting; we are whirling, twirling dervishes riding the Sacred Chao...

Walking down the halls of the Meta-Museum...well, really...there are no words that can describe the masterpieces unfolding before our eyes...

...the closest I can get is that it's akin to watching an image form as one domino knocks down the other, and another, as the sequences of our lives unfold in the ever expanding designs we create as we become the next and the next and next...massive, monumental works of art...from so far away, we cannot tell if any specific domino is "good" or "bad" or "helpful" or "detrimental"...

Every domino must fall for each specific design to appear.

Every domino is necessary.

Every domino is beautiful. 

That is the only thing we can see for certain as we peruse the constructs of our selves, from such a great distance.

Absolutely glorious.

Let us meet there when the Gods have had their fill, and feast upon the remains, until nothing remains but SLACK.