sometimes I sit
and wonder about the world.
sometimes I sit
and wonder about reality,
Euclidean planes,
moebius strips,
government conspiracies,
and the twelfth dimension.
Who knows?
That speck on the wall
could be another universe,
and when you dust it into oblivion,
that could be their supernova.
We could be a fly
sitting on a positively massive
fractal tree
in some unknown,
unthinkable
universe.
We could be nothing,
or we could be alpha, omega.
No one knows any more than you.
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