While Brushing My Teeth

There are worlds. There are worlds within worlds. And, just as there are worlds within worlds, there are worlds without worlds.

These are the unworlds. Thought worlds. Oceans of concept. Worlds not visible or even tangible by our sensibilities, but infinitely more important than these mundane dimensions we inhabit or hope to deduce. We merely exist in this plane, while other unseen existences shape the world and worlds around us.

These unworlds. These guideline dimensions that exist only as markers by which all other existence must measure itself. Known only from the shape and movement of the palpable, maleable dimensions governed by a plane of being unseeable to them. These dimensions of rule. These lattices of law. These principle supports.

There are those who can exist in these unworlds. Those who can live within them.

There are those who can destroy them, fraying the fabric of space and time as they see fit. There are those who can unravel the universe just as surely as we can destroy our own existence.

There are those who would love to.

Oral hygeine really brings it out of me.