If ones experiences define them as a person, would one still see and identify as themself when seeing their counter in another verse.

May the gloom of worlds be forever out of our reach for the quest for betterment and purpose shall reign supreme.

What defines you? the items you posses in a room or in your house? the people you meet or whom you share meals with? the jobs you carry or repeat daily? Or is it the experiences or actions you take? With age, I find it harder and harder to define myself.

When I found out my father had been rushed to the hospital, I immediately dropped everything I was doing and hurried to get there. It would have normally taken me about 40 minutes to get to the hospital but I decided to pick up my son, Tom, from school as it was almost 2:30 p.m. Taking a 5 year old kid to a hospital may not seem like a good idea; let alone to see someone on their death bed, but my father and my son had always had a strong connection and I think my dad could use his

The screeching sound of a digitized rooster began its daily cry aboard the ship Emmerdale. Regardless of how many times Jim had gotten up at 6am to start his shift, it seemed he could never get used to waking up that early; or maybe he was just a lazy ass.  On this day the Emmerdale was traveling through the Omega Centauri galaxy, which in relation to other galaxies was considered a relatively small galaxy.   “Mark you up yet?” said Jim “I am now” he replied as he rolled out of his bunk. The

My world is dark and blue from the reflection of the moon outside. As I lay on my bed, I hear sounds of raindrops falling and breaking franticly against the ground outside. The thunder cries periodically as it pleads for attention. Laying on my back I look up towards the ceiling, I see a faint light blink on and off mirroring the 12:00 indicator on my VCR. I turn to my left to peer outside my window, the world I see is a world of hate, people dreaming hateful thoughts and people in hateful