TOE

lately ive been pretty diligent in my efforts to conceptualize the universe and all the secrets therein. i've had to cut out a few unfathomable dimensions here and there - but as cheesy as it is, i feel somehow calmer when i envision each day as a ring in an infinite series of concentric circles - sort of like this, BUT GOING ON FOREVER AND EVER AND ALWAYS.

waking up is a quantum leap, a progression that leaves no physical record of the journey or way to measure the interim - (you can't weigh a dream, right?).  its certainly common sense anyway - whenever all possibilities appear moot and the only thing keeping you afloat is the bouyancy of your own hopelessness - you probably just need a nap.

i'm inclined to believe we start with the smallest circle and work outwards for infinity. death is just another leap - completely unempirical, irreversible and irrelevant. but i am willing to acknowledge the possibility that birth delivers us on to an infinite circle (lolz), where we just keep riding the same absurd bus, prattling onward towards a stop that doesn't exist around a bend that can't even be imagined. 

this is my Theory Of Everything.