The Universe is a stilled picture? Stars, Planets and moons hung in place barely shifting? Hello? Does this bother no one? Shouldn't them bitches be whipping about? And if they are aren't we the ones out of sync as time has slowed to an imperceptible crawl? We fit a whole lifetime into barely a blink of the Universe's eye and gone even before it had a chance to notice. Like an echo of something once there. From another perspective, actual ghosts. Creepy to know I am almost never here but infinitely am.