And it is here where we no longer seek ease. It is here where our feet step solidly into firm understanding. This space that inhabits the waking moments before our ascent into the stars. Our annual transient journey through existence with Resident Culture. Mashed with Oats and Wheat. As is the way of our sacred congregation, we once again double dry-hopped with a staggering volume of our stellar new crop of Strata, and this time matched it with new harvest hand-selected Motueka, El Dorado, and Citra Cryo. Reprise for the congregation.