There are smashing hordes of possibilities,
and all the opportunity of universes as one.
Like a game, in Physics, everything changes
shape and position, moves about while claiming
a stillness. Next to the garage, there's a blue
eggshell on the ground.
I never saw a dinosaur. Because I
know they did not exist. They are conceptual
fonts of a messenger mind, trying to get a
point across, to each and all of us.