Deepest thoughts competition, deepest thought gets bet answer?

If for one second, you believed that life was a dream. A mere fraction of a fraction of a second and all you learned, heard, smelled, touched, loved was just a few neurones processing your entirety. The feeling that overrides the need to live surpasses the desire to love, and the whole universe feels as a hopeless timeless bubble. Through mourning and bitterness one overcomes the timeless paradox and finds themselves in front of a physical form of love. Staring at it, your life doesn't feel so small, but how does one describe this form? Could it be everything? Do we all have this part of love, even the most evil of us? Is love a timeless feeling even though one does not life timelessly?

You stare at the ceiling. The fan is humming, the radiator is tapping like a heart beat, and your mind is focused on the inevitable.

If all matter started from a single point at the time of the big bang, how do galaxies collide? Did they make left hand turns or something?

If there is one true key to happiness, the bast**d who has it isn't handing out copies.

If tin whistles are made of tin, what do they make fog horns out of?