19 January 2018, 1am

Expanding around me forever, an infinite universe copies this world endlessly.  The Gods of this realm read one script from a library of centillions, and every other dream is lost as mathematical collateral.  In a boundless congealed mess of cosmic blood clots and countless dimensions deepening the bottomless well of reality, I, along with all of humanity, crawl and writhe on the deserted plane of the finite.