“If the Universe did procreate, it must be the mother of this strength within me ever expanding beyond my carnal limitations. Every mind open, must be my sibling.”

“There is this quality esteemed within every good writer. She knows…she knows that truth must be un-sheltered within every human transition phase or stable state. It must reflect in every mind untouched by shadows. She knows…she knows what burdens must be carried of the human plight. She knows…”

“What a foreigner may see in a fool, a bigot, an idiot or others of their kinds? Really I cannot say. As normalcy goes beyond natural light and extremism is sometimes loosely defined. But every fool must be a foreigner to his potential in the positive light, a degenerate in the negative light. In between potentials is where normalcy may hide.”

“Roma’s eyes flared. “You’re saying Einstein was even more wrong?” Retina shook his head. “Einstein was acting within physical bounds. I’m talking invisible, not visible light. Can we factor in the speed of invisible light?” Roma shook his head. “What are you saying?” “We’re always limited by the scope of our senses, our perceptions and its scientific perfections. But in this parallel we call universe there are scopes beyond our perceptive realities or possible realities. Einstein was not wrong but was limited in scope. There is a realm beyond our visible spectrum where time is imperceptible because space is without measure. And in that realm, matter and energy are not intricately related. Matter has no form and is ill recognizable as essence or existence. Energy is all there is.” Roma held a frown. “Who’s been feeding you that Spiritualist crap?” “Dr. Ian Skript, the most renowned Spiritualist scientist I know.”

“The force of uprightness must baffle the weak. And unpleasant colossal notes are written to dying institutions in small primes. Take a dying institution holding on to prime and within sight of an individual able to tell the rude truth and uphold it, the dying institution will not stand”

“I don’t mean to insinuate that you are unfeeling or stifled of life…excuse me onthat one. I just meant to ask you how you breathe when you are down here reading orwriting.”He smiled. “I have five years more experience in breathing on this earth than you. Iknow when it is I can breathe and when it is I can’t and I know just what to do whensuch a thing as suffocation occurs.”I can’t believe it, there is actually a qualitative property to every breathtaken…That must be wonderful. You must also know your cells are degenerating fiveyears faster than mine.”He smiled again, the same relaxed annoying way. “I get that you find it amusing toliken me to my cadavers. It’s not the first time you’ve done it, but truly we are not inlieu to play smart.”I was wondering if you could call the cadaver of a smart man, a smart cadaver. I’vealways wondered.”

“How elating it must be, to be able to take a precept and with wisdom throw it in the observer’s face, disillusioned,”