Chapter 1 

It wasn’t that there was no meaning to the universe, whatever that may mean. It was that the universe demanded more and more testament from the being’s sentient enough to know they were in something but it could have been a billion other things. It was not a story or an ethic. It simply was and we, because we needed it at various times of growth, imposed time and morals and meanings on it. But they all got pushed back. We were swimmers that kept putting the front wave behind it to go on, to move on. It was not beautiful or truthful it simply was.

In the universe there were no females, only sex. I found that odd and not comforting at all.

David Eide
January 24, 2014