I was on a plane going home at night and I wondered if I could open the doors mid-flight was it right to want to give it's pa**engers a more exciting d**h than they could ever imagine there's a whole school of thought that says you live what you do and you are what you eat but I'd be out there too with a hundred people screaming in depressurized air falling quickly like the plane through the clouds down there and in their last lively minutes they'd look down and they'd stare and the earth rising fast at last they would care about me about me about me about me and if one day the universe fell in love with another universe would they in this new reality fall together into one singularity and on the tiny planet everyone would be reeling not considering that even universes have feelings and there'd be millions of people all condensed into one and soon they'd be dead like the birds and the sun and each one would think the center of it all was their head and the world would collapse and then they'd be dead like me like me like me like me