It's too late to turn back. You got what you wanted. The Great Nomroh heard your secret wish to know. The time has come to pick up pen, paper, camera, paint brush, whatever is at hand and to transcribe dictation from the roar of traffic, jet planes, machinery and miscellaneous sounds of the street. Environmental voices shouted out what you wanted to know in a way you're not likely to understand, unless maybe you quit trying so hard. For consolation you're allowed to drink yeasty or distilled brew and to eat traditional substances.