The cosmic confluence of equilibrium, the juggler stands tossing his coloured orbs in the psychotomimetic garden that promises endless apologies of paradise, to shake up your gravity and restore a sense of awe. A whirling dervish of dualities ,life and romanticism(angel left) and death and rotteness(skull right). Keeping several realities in motion, balancing the dichotomy of existence. He is the realizer. He knows in his multitude the singularity, that in his balance the godly and demonic are, in fact, the very same entity.