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"The answers to all lies out there, with the stars."

 A nondescript box spins upon the edge of a newly expanding universe.  The box sits and waits, carrying a message that may or may not be found during this cycle. The box itself spins patiently within a uni‑synchronous orbit. So much change has gone on underneath the box that change itself has become repetitious. Flowing with each cycle the box dances above all, never to be caught by each universe's grasping fingers.

A friend of mine says that paranoia for some is life blood for others. So simple, sweet and so true. It is deffinatly life blood for me. It has become my life.

You see, THEY are out to get me. I am risking alot just thinking about THEM. THEY know, just like Santa Claus. Sick but true, THEY know. Everybody else is dead. I can't tell you who, but it doesn't matter. You can't bring them back. Only those who don't know are alive. And, yes, me. I'm the last one to know. Of what I can't tell you. THEY've killed everybody I've spoken to. I don't talk any more. I don't do much any more but run. You see, THEY are always behind me and I've got to remain one step ahead. I've been called crazy but I'm still alive. That's my power over THEM. My life. As long as I'm alive, THEY can not do anything.