Space is a beautiful thing. Not for the faint at heart, but empty, a serene backdrop with touches of majesty. The idea of nothing can calm aswell as unnerve the mind. Like your taking your last breath and come to the realization this is the end. Yet as you look at a super nova it's easy to say that it pulls itself together to show life's mistakes are real with consequences. So space a funny thing. You see space in the sky. You speak of space as time; time away, gather your thoughts. Give a few seconds to get space. So you have become the master of your own universe. Time to turn everything in your direction bend everything to your will. A question if only a question: what do you do now? I see a path I can take it. The universe always has a little control over free will, doesnt it? To see yourself as a giant, a king, a lord amongst creatures. Isnt that asinine? Control, yes, how much do you have? Given that life can be filled with regrets, empty promises, fear, loathing. This means that the opposite happens aswell. Patience determines a person. Trials can shape a being. Happiness reflects on others. Seems emotions have some factors to the well being of others. Control may dictate outcomes, kineticly though we shape others. Have you ever met someone who hasnt gave aswell as took from a single meeting? The very presence of another is a different view, a different color as you could understand. So what makes space so alluring? The factor of our existence and the great light. The sun that keeps us warm that would shine color to our doors to wake us from a slumber we long to get back too. Are minds will shut ourselves down to see a beauty we long for a space we call our own. To glimpse at the allure of nothing. Like a nova we are gone (snap) then back again. Then there are moments of dreams, and nightmares. A void that can sway our emotions, swaying us left or right like a angle sent from heaven to deliver us to understanding. Like a pebble left lifeless to determine these omens. Then as soon as we have a understanding off to slumber. Like we are shrinking and growing at the same time. The allure just grew and you got smaller. Your control is not your own anymore. The dream is control. The nightmare is deception. So to keep from losing control we say they are my thoughts and my actions that determine these outcomes. It is a colorful life with colorful moments and you could have slipped into the emotions that control your daily life. Take a angle, take a color, add purpose it's a recipe for every bit of life from a ant to a star. The shape you take determines the control that lies within, around, and outside of us all. A helix close up looks merely as an angle floating in a soup of bigger things a double helix looks like every girl and/or guy you ever met at a phallus and vaginal level. Sometimes you connect, othertimes you dont. Control is a funny thing genetically although combined we are programmed to fail with those we might admire. Combined by an angle we say we created ourselves. That makes us unique, yet kindred. So how can you harm, what is purely you. That is only designed to get you a percentage of the time. It is merely a master plan with the puppets being everything big or small. For every alpha omega, there is another saying predator and prey, no its prey vs. Prey. Connecting a percentage of the time.