What is this thing called RAVE?
For now it will only be a word.
Those who take part in it will know the meaning.
It’s a total symbiosis of mind, body, and spirit.
A truly soul-searching groove.
You dance, but that is only the beginning.
The lights pierce your innermost being.
There’s no stopping them.
Each beat passes you like a wave.
The only way to survive is to keep moving.
The mind drifts while in this crazed state.
Knowing nothing at all, you still see eternity.
It’s right there, hovering all around.
The seeds of happiness make eternity show itself.
At no other time can it be revealed.
There’s pain and suffering all around you, but the pleasure outweighs it.
It surrounds us, it penetrates us,
yet, it is not tangible.
Only a spectre of the mind.
Controlling the masses like the way it should.
Rick S.
Circa 1993-ish
In Memory of Steve Whitson