…….I know of dimensions, reached by time portals made of flesh, guarded by lizard like gods with no whites in their eyes, whose job is to sever all ties, sent prophets to warn us not to try; no need for the Enterprise, meditate to change frequencies, and see a view of many rooms, endless peace and many catastrophic dooms, come through another portal and windup back into your room, cause any place is ground zero, and you thought you wasn’t a hero, step there and you’ll be standing next to Nero, that weirdo, he cast fear though; back through the fleshy apparatus in an attempt to change your status, only to find out your past is your present, character is forever present and it hails from the past, all attempts are trashed, the universe knew of you before you came out the womb, and your tomb is just a changing room.