(A/N: Sorry about last chapter, I wasn't having the best of days)

Okay so i'll start this out a little differently.

Have you ever looked at the stars atop a mountain?

Have you ever felt that sheer breathlessness due to lack of oxygen and realization?

Atop that mountain in the dark of the night with only the sound of crickets and the occasional breath of the wind as it gently ruffles the trees. It hits you like a ton of bricks.

So much light from so far away! Yet so much empty space.

The night sky is the perfect example of the universe;  So much yet still so little. An equal balance of mass yet of absolute nothingness.

The universe is utterly sodding massive. And I don't mean massive in the sense of proportion or mass. I'm talking in all aspects. In art in thought, in science, in mathematics, in logic, even in philosophy.  

In art to comprehend the universe is to throw yourself down a well with your hands and feet tied and your eyes and mouth gagged.

To truly see the universe in all it's utterly glory we must not speak,

We must not see

We must not feel

We must not be.

I'm getting all poetic, gah! What I mean to say is slip into the space of non-existance that the universe is on. For it is a thing yet that very description of it is just what it is.

A thing yet a place yet a thought, yet a space.

To even begin to begin to comprehend it, one must let go of oneself.

Cast away every, single thing you know of past, future, and present because we're going into outer space. Keep a little bit of your mathematic and scientific wit though, it'll come in handy. Oh! And don't forget to pack the banana and pudding sandwiches as well!

To truly understand it one must be in a constant state of movement, not of body but of mind. To think of thoughts upon thoughts like towers made upon the shifting sands constantly collapsing and rebuilding anew.

And maybe, just maybe we can glimpse the true world around us.

Okay, I'm gonna be honest with you. I wasn't always the element of Discord and Madness. Once upon a time I was a normal  Draconoquis living out his days, eating and sleeping and occasionally pillaging and mating.

That was until I woke up one night and looked up to the stars from my cave. Up until that point in my life I would often go stargazing and just sit for hours and hours on end looking up.

That night was different though, that night there was nothing. the stars had been blacked out by some asinine weather ponies scheduling a midnight shower. As I looked up into the night sky, it returned it's hollow black and void like gaze.

And I was afraid as I looked upon it.

For weeks on end after that I argued with myself about trivial things. I would say that I was a dragon! Born proud and free, that there was nothing in the world that could harm me.

Then I would always remember that gaping darkness and would always be reminded.

So one day I decided to meditate. I sat underneath a tree for several days and several nights, almost dying of hunger and thirst.

On the very edge of death, I looked up again at the stars.

And that time, they whispered back.

A thousand- no a million- no billions of voices shouted and screamed and whispered and cried out over each other. I could feel my sanity slipping away as the invisible voices shouted in my head.

And I felt it for the first time, a sense of awe and humility as I thought for the very first time.

There is something bigger than I am.

Now did you see how I got al poeticy and sentimental? The very aspect of the universe exists in everything, EVERY SINGLE THING....except maybe eating and mundane activities.

To even begin to see it's various folds and truths, one must cast away one's knowledge of anything prior. Believe in absolutely nothing.

Most people will think this insane to cast away everything. But one you're rid of all those doubts about taxes and children and food and you just stop and empty yourself out, grant your mind a bit of respite.

You'll feel that gaping darkness in your mind that exists.

That, is the universe.

Yet it isn't.

The universe is every half-baked thought running through your head at any given moment. It is the new life given in a hospital bed.

It is the stars, it is the sky.

It is science, it is art, it is god it is life and death.

It exists on every dimension and altered thing in the timeline.

Yet it does not change and if it does it does very, very slowly.

It is the never changing bedrock of existence that softly whispers into your ear as you slip into the world of reals and true intelligence.

It is yet it isn't

That my friends is the universe to me.

To everybody it is different, this is just my take on it.

Hope you've gleamed some sort of information from this rambling lesson, anyways i'm off to sail the seven cows!

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