Gravity is the Enemy Ricardo Soria I failed to mention the clockworkings of my mind all covered in all colors and hues, celstial thrones with terrestrial views. A love for the things I tend to muse. A tendency to cheat reality and counter the cadence we are constantly advised to become a cooperative crony to. Gravity is the enemy. Imagination is everything. Cruel is the abomination cutting off the circulation of countless veins Blackening crucial elements of your sweet brain Create to Destroy. [And] Sit atop of your world with a leash in one hand in case it tries to crawl out of your crushing grasp.