I had this story to tell, this story about us , all of us , all of us animate and inanimate , of all there ever was or there ever will be . I am high on a new found drug , relatively unknown to humans . I see visions in the night of me reaching out to a new reality .. the idea of me belonging to that position , in space and time fades , I feel eternal .. I feel more than a very complex organic machine .. I am blown at the thought that I can think about myself as an entity .. I am a whole and still a part of the whole .. Each thought that sits inside me is my own in one way and a combined effort of me and the surrounding invisible forces .. I tremble at the idea that how unimportant my existence is and yet not superfluous , and yet I am an unavoidable , essential product of the cosmic equations and then I think that everything that I see or don’t see .. every particle of air I breathe ,every perceivable or unimaginable particle that is there or has ever been , every beautiful indifferent night sky that I witness and every other beautifully glowing supernova or dead black holes , every fucking quark everywhere is a necessary product of the cosmic equations .. We all had to be here to make this story .. we are the only physical truths of this cosmic tale that is devoid of scale or sense and yet full of it everywhere ..