Yes, every tempo is heart beaten to the punch that is every fist in any cuff, linked by not blood nor water to every other unity to push one versal to dorsal, tactile, starbeam mist, in which nothing is outside and every thing is inner, ill uminated by pain and swirling whirli giggles to dust motes from moats and re member the re velation that re gards each item re ally there as an unre al illusion.