Designers of the Universe

   There’s a secret place I like to go. It’s a berth that no one knows. There I converse with the designers of the universe, revealing the mysteries that history will never show. It’s there where I come to comprehend more of the world around me. How things come to change, starting with me.
    It’s a revolution of sorts, against traditions and customs of the kind, come to think of it, it’s an insurrection of the mind. It finds new ways to resolve, to advance and evolve, it’s a special space where I can be involved, having conversations with the designers of the universe, remnants of ancient civilizations who speak in verse.
    They are the combined subconscious converged, all souls gathered with their best ideologies emerged, a blissful haven in the caverns of my mind, where time moves different for mankind.
    I sit there amidst the gathering of great thinkers, listening to their philosophies and figures, gods and heroes all as one in a collective, freeing ideas that become comprehensive.
    Each of us has a secret place, a hidden base, a space we call our own, and it contains the mysteries from origins unknown. There we find enlightenment piece by piece, in peace, with the designers of the universe understanding we are not alone.