the known universe

like mind complete, finite; like the forseeable future that can be arranged, unimaginable in scope. there're rules to it that're funny in thinking about going back on, however should you think you've succesfully actually done this, they'll be visited upon thee one hundred fold. heart warming icelander bjork is one who somehow more than immediately springs to mind as an exponent of rules described above. poet warlord john locke nominally realised these rules, but he didn't even have a house.