A trivalent bond forms at birth, blocks our death. 

There are two ambient music cartels as well: Doggone moosebirds and dwarfs striking poses with all their operatic powers. De rigueur for now is writing over known injury to outrank others in the trivalence. I won’t do your religion, good day. 
Just piano and voice. Sunken gardens with a fountain of moods for each of Four Corners.