What if this is all there is, what if its all a game, and we are all players, in the game of life, of an extraordinary something, which we can not begin to contemplate. What if the universe, that we consider so vast, is just a pea in a pod, among hundreds of pods, in the garden of a small-holding, within the smallest part of the tiniest corner, of some land that is a miniscule region, of a country within a space that is not there, at all.