The universe can't handle it. I'm not sure I can either for I am tied to said universe by the dark matter. Dark matters consume me and I consume the matter. Deeply so that it becomes nothing but a swirl of parting water. A jumble that is. In the jumble is where the rest comes in. You see its like a knot that was tied at the beginning. As the rest comes and goes the beginning is but a memory. A reflection of what was to come. The mirror is foggy with steam that resulted from the passion among my thoughts. If reaction could catch its reflection. It wouldn't be so uncontrolled. The reflection of the mind is merely a heap of energy reacted by a spark of nothing among dark matters. This all came from nothing. Literally speaking. Watch your step