I didn’t make omelet this morning because I had dreamt that
the whole Universe is an egg falling from the butt of a proud hen in a bigger
universe and the whole time we recorded until now is halfway of the egg’s fall.
Later on, giants made of countless galaxies, were playing squash against the
east wall of the universe in order to help it hatch faster. Earth found itself
in a sparkle of the chicken’s eye as the hatchet cut off its head. Humanity was
sliding down a rollercoaster of blood splashing out of the chicken’s headless
body and on their way down, they were still fighting each other. As the blood
finally settled in a puddle, we have found the general love and harmony we had
been longing for since the time Empedocles defined them. In my dream, blood
indeed, had to be spilled in order to find peace.
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