If time is a flat circle, consider Amarillo hops a record player. And the needle is WEST COAST IPA, finding endless tunes on that liquid vinyl with notes of ruby red grapefruit and Douglas fir that linger on forever and ever. And then that circle gets two more dimensions, but instead Citra and Chinook are the instruments, and a sound of tangerine juice creates a winding river through a canyon surrounded by Redwoods. And your mind opens wide as you focus on this atmospheric maelstrom, above from a bird’s eye view, when suddenly Matthew McConaughey is steering a raft of clarity from another metaverse through the hop derived rapids, hooting and hollering in a loud drawl that “SOME BEERS NEVER DIE!” and “MORE WEST! MORE COAST!” until he launches off a waterfall in a bright harmonic motion, into the reverse of negative space, just another particle forever in acceleration.