Ever feel like you’ve slipped into a dream; you recall your actions as if they weren’t from you and even while they are being performed you are like an outsider to yourself. What does that make me? A shadow, a ghost, a remnant of a shell whose true conscious soul has become detached. How many layers of dreams do we live; one, two, a thousand, a million?
If there is a black hole in the center of our universe and there are others scattered around, are they not also, possibly, other exploded seeds of our so-called beginning? What if, what if…what if there is an infinite amount of universes with matter we do not know or comprehend. What if half the elements of the periodic table are miss