As I scrape the bottom of the soul for some ingredients the only way I can explain to myself, about what it all is, is to believe that in some past life (if there is one), I belonged to the rainforests. The mantra there, for survival, is to submit to the natural forces, bow before it, respect its ways, learn and grow. You cannot defy it or go against it. In the rainforests there are labyrinthine darknesses weaving around you but there is always light in streaks, in a glow, in a stream, sunlight…all of which brings hope. You don't bathe in it all the time but it seeks you out. Man is but a speck. The human race, still a speck, in this mighty universe rich with millions of secrets.


Retrieved, Arist's statement (1997)


As I scrape the bottom of the soul for some ingredients the only way I can explain to myself, about what it all is, is to believe that in some past...

As I scrape the bottom of the soul for some ingredients the only way I can explain to myself, about what it all is, is to believe that in some past...

As I scrape the bottom of the soul for some ingredients the only way I can explain to myself, about what it all is, is to believe that in some past...

As I scrape the bottom of the soul for some ingredients the only way I can explain to myself, about what it all is, is to believe that in some past...