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with a mass that is great enough to have a dominant gravitational pull and force these nearby
planets to revolve around it, such a system is called a solar system. Organs. There are many solar
systems throughout space, and the compilation of these solar systems form galaxies. Body
systems.

Furthermore, many galaxies form a universe. Organisms. A universe is followed by an omniverse,
which is all possible universes, and who knows for how long this can go on, however if you tweak
your perception, imagine that a cell in your body is one universe. All these cells help make up your
heart, just like all these planets help make up a solar system.

If we were to shrink ourselves down to a size where just one of our cells were more significant, or
in other words bigger to us, we might find that the place we are in follows the same exact standards
as the place we were when we were normally sized. With this in mind, is it logical to assume that
everything is the same? That without the perception and significance that is constructed by the
human brain, a single cell is the actually identical in every property to a universe.

That even if you meet a giant who is a million times bigger than you, it means nothing because
there is another giant who is a billion times bigger than the giant who is a million times bigger than
you, and to him you are both small and stupid just the same. And then you find out there is a giant
who is a trillion times bigger...

Anyway it goes on and on and on. Maybe this is all just the rambling of a part of me that has lost its
sanity as this has happened to me before, but I've found that even in falsehood you can dissect
some parts of truth.

Often times our dreams are never resolved. We might find ourselves running through a storm but
we never find out why. We might be searching for our first class on the first day of school but we
wake up before we see if we find it or not. We might be parked in front of a house but we don't
know what or who we are waiting for, why we are waiting there and how long we've been waiting
there.

A long time ago I used to have these dreams where I was kept in solitary confinement in a prison.
In a cold, dark corner in a small piece of the universe, I have to spend these days of penitence in a
penitentiary.

Time goes by and I suffer. Sometimes a guard will walk by and I ask him why I have to suffer, and
he tells me that some of us are just meant to suffer for the things we've done. Sometimes I ask him
how I can make things right, and he tells me that the only thing I can do is offer the people I've
wronged my suffrage.

The one thing I can't solve, the one thing I can't figure out about those damn dreams is what crime
I committed to be put in there in the first place.

Two things that have always fascinated me in my life are warfare and prison. Not necessarily the
soldiers or the prisoners, but the idea of sending one group of humans to kill another group of
humans, the idea to segregate certain people in compliance to a few rules on a few pieces of paper.