I´m offended at times, and I can't really understand why. I have these miniature breakdowns, like small extra dimensions that close up in the blink of a microsecond, right as they are about to exist. I'm left with a very tired heart and a clouded mind. Damn mysterious dimensions... But they haven't always been like this, like a black hole... sometimes they were exceptional treasures closed up till a later time, when I'd have the right key to open each one of them. Take heed of the little bastards, Manfred, some call them "alephs", they're the bonus lives of life.