The Reality of Everything

There are infinite dimensions; we say we are in
the third dimension. But we are not; we can only say we live in a dimension. This is the truth. What we
do is we count what we can perceive, which is less far away than everything beyond,
less far into the future than we can see, thus division goes backward. We count
from the smallest dimension we can perceive, the point, and count up from it.
The smallest dimension is the future; we can count infinite futures just like
we can count infinite points. Therefore dimension zero is where we start from.
From there we get a line, plane, solid, and finally change. We count up to our
dimension; to change.
 However, this
is not an objective perspective, it is relative. Everything is relative. Thus
when we count to the smallest we can see, we can’t see everything thus we see a
limited number of dimensions. But when we look closer we can always look
infinitely closer, thus infinite divisibility of matter. Do you understand!? So
when we count backward to what we remember in the past we know more, thus we
count larger. Yet even if we can go as far back as we can remember we cannot
access what is older than ourselves except from evidence of the past; remains.
Yes this is truly what our universe is made of.
We are made of geometric points that are made of
time and matter. Each point contains ifinite potential, yet we (...)

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Discipline

5:53
            Rainy
outside, chilly, I can see the streetlights reflected off the soaking asphalt,
it should be snowing. I get fed up with the radio, so much interference with
the thunder and such. It should be snowing, it’s almost as though it were just
lingering, waiting for the right moment.
            I
slide in my original Black Sabbath CD,
the first track “Black Sabbath” begins to play; I lean back as I gaze into
endless traffic. I loose myself to the music, thinking True words to live by,
to die for.
            A
faint ring begins to pulse through the air; I am startled as I soon enough
sense a terrible vibration on my leg. I soon realize it is my cell, and I
answer. “Hello?” I then wait for a reply… “Michael, its Gabe, where are you
man, this class is starting… are you even showing up, or ya just going to take
suspension like a man?” I sighed, remembering the after school one day course I
have to take due to “poor behaviour” what a joke. Recently the school board
decided that they could correct
students by forcing them to learn about how to behave, and on the flipside
dishing out suspensions as cheaply as a toy assembly line to any who refuse.
            “Funny
I’m stuck in mad traffic here, and I doubt I will be able to make it on (...)

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