Grammy Award winner Bruno Mars has a great line in his hit song “Uptown Funk.” The line is “Don’t Believe Me? Just Watch!” This line makes me think of all the people who have been counted out, disregarded or marginalized because they didn’t follow the “established set of rules.” They have been called names like strange, odd, different, or a little off. A kinder statement is they are a free spirit.

How beautiful the stars, different colors, of seeping darkness. Where does it all lead to? It is there in sight by a picture, or starlight. But how do we know this about this mass of intelligent, speculations?

When observing the march of time, it is usually noted that time has a complex and thoroughly integrated scientific method which involves space-time. Ordinarily, it may simply tick away and eventually mark the closing numbers at the end of a phase, whatever that instance may be. We in the United States have a constant fixation on the continuously updating position of the clock. Rather than thinking primarily about a busy lifestyle that relies on keeping track of events and how they can fit in with each other, we can also become accustomed to a less standard mode of viewing time. While having our consciousness tuned into linear events, I think that we can tune into a new linear paradigm when observing the progression of the day.

As a person with no particular background in science or math I've always been interested in Quantum Mechanics. The only problem was every time I tried do research or watch a video on it, I honestly couldn't even grasp the most basic concepts. Not because it was impossibly hard, but because anyone with a degree tends to dive straight into the mathematics of how they "believe" this sub atomic realm operates. I'm no expert but I think I may be able to break the basics down in a way that doesn't require you to be a particle physicist.

Being a psychic has its perks in that you will never, ever, be surprised by a surprise party. It is very hard to surprise me because it takes me very little time to figure out who is doing that. Clairvoyants receive visions, symbols, and pictures. I get visions of stuff happening to the living, such as when somebody is busy attempting suicide. Oh, that power is just scary because I once saw somebody I knew stepping in front of a car. Let’s not go there, because the issue with this person is pretty crazy-making and this article is not about them, it is about how a clairvoyant perceives things.

My brain confused me back when I didn’t know I had schizophrenia, much less was educated on what it was. If I could Quantum Leap-style time travel, I would go back to high school and get myself medication. Back then, I had a hard time with the off-switch. Not being on any medication whatsoever can cause brain damage. Alcohol can also cause brain damage. With schizophrenia, you are already born with structural differences in your anatomy because of the design of your brain since conception. Schizophrenia causes a loss of gray matter in the brain, as well as in the temporal and frontal lobes.

Whether it be a core belief, an edgier option to chose amongst a sea of nihilistic millennials, or a coping mechanism, you may have found yourself identifying as someone who either outright believes that the universe and all that (appears to) exists around them is merely inside of their mind, or you simply acknowledge that you can’t know for sure that anything other than you and your existence actually exists. If you think you might be one of these people, but just can’t seem to articulate your views, this article is here to help you out, you budding little solipsist, you. If you’re not one of these people, stick around anyway... please.

The strangest part of life and death to me is that time always carries on. You live your life to its fullest, or to its lowest, and when you die time carries on. ‘You’ become a decomposing mass of inanimate molecules. Your body stops working. Your memories are lost. Your experiences, your secrets. Every detail about your suppressed or gratifying moments are vanquished. You no longer exist the way you were. Your brain dies. This constructed identity of ‘you’ dies.

Today, it seems life as a human can be very...dramatic, to say the least. Everyone is caught up in the next new thing, the newest drama between one celebrity to another, or even what the president said about a whole ethnic group of people. Drama, as it stands, is definitely not lacking in our current "social" media reigned society; the feeling of dread and depression around every corner of this beloved country, soaked up a by a mask we each put on. For many of us, it's and ongoing battle to stay sane in a world that has gone crazy. If you're reading this, I'm sure you feel the same. Inching closer to the day where our mistakes as a race of humans, and our ignorance of this planet will eventually tear us apart to a point of retribution, spitting us off the planet like a virus. To me, we have a short time to make a very important choice; life or death, love or hate, consciousness of the choices we make, or ignorance to the fact of us tearing the planet down.

A fish presumably doesn’t know it’s in water. Other than the rare event when it might leap from the water to evade a predator, or even to become one, it lives primarily below the surface. This analogy is something that’s had me thinking for a good few months now, but in regard to human existence. It’s only a short essay but I hope you find it interesting.

For a long time, I thought I was just a normal everyday human being. Turns out, I'm not even that.

WHAT THE HECK?