"Consciousness: What if it is a single conscious playing parallel. What if it is not the small part of the universe. What if it is the ultimate one, and the universe is an instance of it." If ever you rushed like this earth was fast splitting apart, If ever you rushed while your back still lied on a soft cushion; You may breeze in to me, for I too have run miles while I stood still. Can you trust me with your gun? As I offer to take you somewhere downhill. You wondered how well I know, when you haven’t even explained, But then I said I don’t. I just shot you down under the screams of a military drill. . Oh, those cries of pain and broken flesh, it felt like a midnight melody; I might shoot another leg of yours, if you crawl somewhere else for empathy. You don’t realize that you create, what all you run away from in fear, Never believed the Hill was haunted? Still kept this gun along all through the year. Hey! Lower your voice! I know you never wanted to cry o...