| camera out of focus - searching for substance in the swirling mass of colors. It hovers - stops - focusing on a sequence of sensical letters. They read The Planes of Reality (a poet's attempt at understanding) | a chaotic throbbing sounds eminates from the swirling mass slowly becoming more structural and rhythmic |
| new scene - an overview picture of a suburban neighborhood - camera slowly zooms in on a beige split level house with two Dalmatians looking happily out the window | Narrators voice: And here on the left we have the beginning of our hosts tale... |
| quick shot of some faces, some more, a uh... something peachy and long oh... a finger - that shot quickly replaced - more faces | theme from FRIENDS playing in the background (everyone gets to be generic every once in awhile) while an unidentified voice says in an overly dramatic tone: "The source of chaos in our hosts life - on FILM |
| camera focuses on a much used run down door swaying in the wind and holding on to the frame by a hing - the chipped painted words above the door spell out The Mind of One (where absurd thoughts run free) | low tones reminiscent of a fun house are coming from all directions - complete with crazy clown laughter and squeaky hinges - as you stare at these words the tones get louder and louder until you're totally engulfed by their being |
| camera lens is splattered with tiny salty droplets from the sea - a hand appears to wipe them away - off in the distance a strange land is visible | the roar of waves greet your ears as well as the sound of falling items - these were obviously not seaprotected for a rocky cabin on the S.S. Universe Explorer |
| camera pans to an office building overlooking an aging steel mill sitting on top of a wildlife preserve. A sign reads U.S. Steel | low murmurs fade into background noise as the hum of computers becomes more and more apparent. A blast of music eminating from some office brings you out of the temporary hypnosis incurred by listening to the computer's hum |