This is for you

Hm Interesting paradoxes in which the names match and so do the behavioral problems, sometimes I think the parallel universes spill over into our universes or it could be that theory where the universe exists in the same space and time as ours but we can't see it except a little different to where there is atleast one other universe occupying our space and time that we can see, it's slightly different and explains why everyone has atleast one person on this earth that they closely resemble. Twins could be a paradox in which the mother of the second child that looks like the first was supposed to be our alternate universal self and there was a reason they couldn't have the child...but that's a different conversation on to my main point. you are quite the interesting person I could read your blogs all night. You seem to be the perfect example of someone who sees the world in a way that overwhelms their senses and their body. The amount of understanding just can't be withheld inside something as restrictive as a human body. The excess causes these issues. But of course that's not a correct theory just something I was thinking about. Anyways, I'm trying "staying up to the point where im so tired its like being drugged" because I'm usually much more creative at that point and my ranting become more interesting. But yes this blog, I've realized, cannot contain the incredible amount of respect I have for you at this point, and neither can rationality because this is starting to unwind. I'm sorry I couldn't express my exact thoughts it was hard to put them into words but they are good. O and give me something to rant about as you can see I've been trying here cause I want to cause I'm bored but I can't seem to find anything to channel through my mind that sounds good. Anyways, mother earth I love you, father time you are quite the respectable figure, if only you could tell me the secrets of your strange ways.
Sincerely,
a speck of a man on a speck of a planet in the membrane of a universe
that is the speck of dust on the shoulder of a giant(he will brush us off one day)