This is the world between veils, erected before comatose erections, developed over centuries of phalic monoliths.
Reality turns on ideals.
A shifting of thought processes, when directed by will, can create trapdoors into the next fractal universe. Pass through these whorls to the world around you. Remember the seed knows not the outcome, it is only a seed. The purpose of the will is the assistance of the self. Masks are but the face beneath the face beneath the mask.