a/n: Bellward. If you find this, should I continue? Oh, this shit is mine, got it? All but Twilight and Lyrics.
BPOV
"Loaded God-complex cock it and pull it." - FOB.
If you hold your index finger and your thumb in the air and close down all of the other fingers, you'll notice the space between these fingers is limited and small. Furthermore, you'll notice that there actually isn't any space between these fingers, and that photons and electrons sparked from thousands of years ago are transpiring in the 'space' between these fingers.
That's if you believe in science and are able to grasp the concept of smaller object than air or light. Or, you could believe that between your finger there is nothing but air and that when you snap them shut the air simply vanishes away.
I tend to believe the first option, to be honest. I like the idea that something small and meager is the very reason for our existence, our life and everything. So, do it. Hold up your index finger and your thumb. Examine the small space, see what you need to believe, then continue.
My mother told me once that every smile and every beat of everybody in the world interrupts thousands and thousands of different atoms and photons in the air. And that, in some strange way, she'd always be with me between the pinch of my finger. It's difficult to imagine by looking at the small space, but I like to believe. I always did believe in fairy-tales, princes and frogs. In fact, I even believed that the world was flat at one point, that when we die we go to Venus, and, most importantly, that I wouldn't end up dying alone.
Right now going to Venus seems like a good idea. Especially when you have a mad man aiming a gun at your head and cocking the trigger.