It's gotta be a baby! You can't tell me otherwise. Nature's calling to duty's calling? Or outer space hiccuped again another flourishing celestinity. I feel like I've got to be reprimanded for this at some point because of the joyous time I have been experiencing since the discovery of my vitality.

Are we supposed to excavate our premises of time and well-being to look forward to another day here that combines us with a notion that the reality is bigger than us but not bigger than God without adhering to the feeling of being miniscule today and then tomorrow is already yesterday. What have we got here ? Another misconstrued configuration of thinking because something definitely made that bigger and better than us for a reason. Maybe we get captured into utter space of consciousness in the outer space of our dimension under the karman line. We live in the future of the time then already proven by the geographical conclusion of a universe meaning that wait what was the first day of the week called again? It's either already Sunday or Monday or don't some people say Sunday Funday?