Quickthorn casted the seed for another song from the 182.2. This one is from word #1. “What I can do defines my space, but You unveil a wider place.”

Only reggae can plum the depths of philosophy, science, and religion with such a smooth vibe. Listen in as Quickthorn brings the 182.2 word #2 to the brink.

A universe full of life still needs its Creator.

Quickthorn and the 182.2 continues. “Divine breath meets dying embers—augmentation begins.”

I don’t know where this is going, but here we are.