It is an Indian midnight,
Here it descends so quietly,
But now it is here so quickly,
So sonorous is the zeroth hour,
But none will listen to its music,
Hear the crickets breaking the silence,
In the end, it's midnight.

We are only but a tiny speck in the infinite cloud of the universe. What if the universe was inside you and that every subatomic particle ever created had its own universe. There is only so far you can go in the third dimension. What if we were to travel to a place where nobody has ever gone to. The zeroth dimension. Hence the absence of everything. The void. A place where we could just be and not have things to distract us from whom we are made of which is just pure universe. Thus in the  third dimension we are always in a system that is based off of  right, wrong, good, bad, is there a god and is there not. If we were to enter the zeroth dimension we would let go of time and all that shackles us from becoming the universe. Because there is no universe, it does not exist. Only universes within every single subatomic particles exist.  Free from this place were pain and opinion are its roots that thread like the intersections of quilts from old sailors boats. When you let go of everything that tethers you down you began to realize why you are here. We have all been told that the reason why we are here is to survive. To make money. But is that why we are alive? Are we so busy working on surviving that we can never understand why we are here and why we are doing what we are doing. They say that the meaning of life is by far the most complex ideology that will ever exist and that even the deepest thinking philosophers can not determine why we are here and what is the meaning of it all. I think I have the answer to it all. For why we are here. We are here, not to make ends meet and to survive. We are here to be. Just to simply be. To unteather ourselves from this third dimension and to become one with the universe.