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"Thirty One Days "Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles,
Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge Pairings: Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles
for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted
and rating may be subject to change. "Thirty One Days " Notes: Introspective piece from Heero’s POV and his own headcanon about the inner (and outer) workings of the Universe and our own place in it. Chapter 29: Quantum We are the quantum world. What we regard as the quantum world is simply the same thing on a smaller scale. A whole other universe in of itself. It has no awareness of anything that exists beyond it. Sound familiar? There is always something bigger. Bigger than us, bigger than Earth, bigger than the solar system, the galaxy, the Universe. We are a quantum world to another plane of existence. We are an infinitesimal, incomprehensible speck in the much larger eyes of beings who live on a much more expansive cosmic plane. And for them, they are the quantum world for something even bigger. Does it end? Do the planes of existence finally become so small, they begin to resemble a singularity? Do they just get way too big to be sustainable? I don’t know, but I do know this: Dying gives you a glimpse of places that you never thought were possible. But, for however important, or larger than life we think we are, we are simply no match for the vast cosmic power of space and time. We never have been, never will be. The answers to life’s most pressing questions may be out there, but we will never find them because they exist in places, in distances, in dimensions we will never see. Our time here is brief, finite, and insignificant. We exist in a tiny window of a perception of time that did not always exist and will either end, or change at some point. We are only relevant to our diminutive neighborhood in a trifling point in space and the Universe and everything that exists beyond it will continue to exist after our extinction. The cosmos does not care about how self-important we are and it will not shiver, sigh, or mourn when we’re gone.
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