Chapter 1: Insanity

Towards Infinity I always did focus my eye sight. Is there even an infinity? I always imagined. Through life I've found that everything seemed to have had an end, no matter what. This fact made me reconsider my thoughts about the infinity I've been trying to grasp. Should I give it up? Might I be the one who could disapprove the theory about that end line and prove the infinite I've been seeking. What is beyond that infinity I've always wanted to reach, Is it a place for the wishes that didn't come true in the end line but will be granted there? A place that suits my design no matter how dark and awkward it could be, a place where no one could disagree with me, Is it possible? A perfect world. What if that infinity obeyed the law of that everything should have an end. The thing about infinity is that it's called infinity due to the fact that its very large we can't know how big it is. What if by me reaching that infinity I also find out how big that infinity is. Rupturing, destroying my dream by self seeking it. My design, my superiority , my perfect world will all fall to the ground and to ashes they will all burn while the end line stands tall.

-What is this nature of time? I know we can measure it, I know that there's a unit for time too but why does it sometimes feel as if time is moving slowly than usual when you're waiting for something and faster than usual when you're running late. Sometimes when you're really concentrating in something you lose the pace of time as if time didn't matter anymore, I mean if you think about it you'll know that's true... For an example if you're doing something you really love it feels like the amount of joy and happiness you get out of it isn't equal to the time you've paid for, you feel like that you've paid for a lot more time and didn't get the equivalent amount of joy that you've expected. Maybe it's something in our brain that does that.. Something that makes us escape the time prison, makes us break free for that exact amount of joy and happiness. On the other hand time may stop passing by in rather boring and horrible situations as if time is somehow mocking you, being sarcastic in some kind of black comedy. Robbing you from your delightful moments and putting you on hold when you just want it to pass away. Thinking about it, I guess our brain is the one responsible for all that. Time is and always have been a universal reference. I guess we don't actually break free after all, it's just that 'the brain' is only a party fucker