Somewhere in the vast depths of our universe, on an insignificant rock orbiting a single star of an immeasurable majority, this resistance between hot and cold, substance and void, light and dark, proton and electron exploded a into an ever oscillating life of love and hate, hope and despair, freedom and oppression…

…step back…

Without friction there can be no progression. Without friction we are but a part of the black hole.

We notice the conflict, we live the tension.

Children of the Resistance wake up… we are the friction.