I'm a dimensional spirit, piloting a bone/meat/stardust armour suit, riding a rock through space, inside a dream loop. Noticer, collector, fine rye connoisseur.
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
~ Arthur O'Shaughnessy
All the matter that makes up the entire human race can fit into a sugar cube. This is because atoms are mostly empty space. If you crammed all the atoms, in all human beings, together, without any wasted space, they would not be any bigger than a sugar cube. However, that sugar cube would weigh approximately 500 millions tons.
I don't belong in this world.
That's what it is.
Something separates me from other people.
Everywhere I turn,
Is something blocking my escape.
It's trying to prevent me from living.