'"It's more than that. The things we do make echoes. S'pose, f'rinstance, you stop on a street corner and admire a brilliant fork of lightning *ZAP!!*
'"Well for ages after people and things will stop on that very same corner, stare up at the sky. They wouldn't even know what they were looking for. Some of them might see a ghost bolt of lightning in the street. Some of them might even be killed by it.
"'Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility."'
-Delirium in Neil Gaiman's "Sandman: The Kindly Ones"
Yep.
http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?colID=1&articleID=0009BD34-398C-1F0A-97AE80A84189EEDF:) I Sure Do Love The Universe.
{Addendum: Dream From Last Night:
i dreamed Someone's Fall, if you want to call it that... last night. View of She and a friend of her's (female), and myself. They walk into a room, kind of darkened, which is strange, for That Room. i'm already in the room. They are laughing, as they enter, having just done... something. Something dealing with Teaching humans, and otther mortal creatures. As they walk in a... Judge? Not really the right word... jumps up in font of them, holding a Scythe. Her friend is simply Gone, at this point. The Friend was doing it out of mischief, but She was doing it to Teach, as well as for Fun. i jump out to try to help her, save her. I fight with the Judge (Raguel, Vengeance). There is a point at which my Sword (a katana with a green glow to it, along the edge) and Its Scythe cross... but not touching. The glow runs along the edges. We stare at each other over the blades, and she comes up, jumping over me, and It is in the air, and they clash. She connects, with her sword, in Its stomach, but doesn't kill it, on purpose, and it nearly catches her, in the same place, with the Scythe. It goes Through her... not in a killing way. It was trying to clip her wings. Cut them off. They both land, and there's to be a Reckoning, for what she has done. And she's willing to Stand for it, because she Understands.
I'm at a computer screen, talking to Sister Anonymous, in a DOS format, and reading e-mail.That
Fucked With Me.
Later}