East's Thought's (two or three days worth)

    Story's are what built this world, are they getting old? The same old, same old?
    Universe's, damn, how do I figure out forever? It's there in all life and matter and it's been going on forever. Where did we come from in it? I see us on the outskirts of it, a new universe. Were probably half shot time wise, half the time to get the earth going here, maybe twelve billion years. Another twelve of an expanding universe, then what? Smash, collide, the suns burnt out. It won't matter, were jammed into other universes. They'll repel us and we bounce back, dead of course.
    Universe's-- right! Like black and white, like potato's and carnivals by comparison.
    And no I don't believe in the big bang theory. Take a look at the formation of some of these galaxies and you'll see why.
    No. It came out of an opening in loose globs, then after a few billion years the lights came on, the suns.
    Now it's the selves and where did they come from? Us, animals; they?
    "Yep! Make room for another universe and what happened no I don't need any "self" popping in to save me.And once again, were born again every fourteen billion years or so. Unless we can shorten it up through the subconscious.
    The subconscious is a form of outer space, dark matter, dark energy, an off chute of this stuff.
    We all strive to be perfect, like our supposed creators. To them were low class, a cleansing of their imperfections, necessary to them I guess. But they made one mistake, they gave us free will. And now I don't have to follow the path up to them to do it again. To much suffering, one's to much. I may try and be perfect, but I'm not going to over do it.