The Universe is a She, and she is out to get us. Inescapable.
I had a friend named John. John was locked inside a circle of never ending nightmares, one after another, never ending. He prayed to God, whoever, or whatever what listen to him. He couldn't get out. He never woke up, just constant nightmares. In his nightmares, he had nightmares and the paradox never ended. John thought there was an easy escape, to jump of the edge of the world, his world that is. His world was flat, and he didn't know why. He had a mountain in his world, the tallest mountain he could imagine, but he couldn't climb it. If he would've climbed his mountain, his world would be round again, but he didn't know. He blamed the Universe for all of his problems. But the fact was, the Universe was his mountain. That infinite, never ending mountain that John couldn't climb, because he didn't know how. John's dreams disappeared once that mountain arose, but he let it happen. He let her happen, the Universe. She took over, John's imagine was infinite. But infinite couldn't compete with the universe. And so John screamed, and clawed at the wall designing his own perfect Universe. But she wasn't the real Universe. The real Universe was on him, harassing him. John hid in his own mind, in that world he designed with the mountain, and there she was. Inescapable she was. So John finally jumped off that edge-less world, and John ended his tie with her, but she never left. John was finally free. Free for that instant he was falling, and then he saw the light. The ceiling lit up and the world was back to normal, John was back in the Universe.
The Universe is a She, and she is out to get us. Inescapable.