There is space between the spaces. Time is relative. The center of the universe is you man. Everywhere. You are the center. A drop of salt on a McDonald’s French Fry is the center. So is the grease soaking into the paper. A piece of dust in the ring of Saturn is the center of everything. Now that you know this, use is as s parlor trick. Do not fell better than the ones you enlighten . You are not, just passing along knowledge. The burst whiling pimple on a teenager is the center as well. We can’t see it in our minds, not for real, or brains, my brain, can only feel it. But it is true.
Take the singularities, a human way to perceive a nonsensical viewpoint—That MUST BE—denoting a dimension by one on two the second.
Reiteration, the first dimension exegetist a point—a wholly aspect one can see except in faith (And God if you wish and follow). Leads hen the second detention—. The place to fall, misunderstanding, the Cingular, three points to make about plane, two points making a line, the singular being the star pupil connecting the two dimensions. Ye ’know of it having depth.
We lie to ourselves and draw and say the images are 2-D. They have height, weight and depth. Look at a painting, a coloring book, they all have depth. We are not pure. We are the fallen.
We do not know, we can only hope. Hope is all there is.
Figure your own path. We will die. You don’t know when. You can choose to Waste it. Be fortunate. And try to choose your path. I promise nothing. But it couldn’t hurt. At least you can die knowing you;ve done your best. You tried.