Society was idiotic at times. It was blessed with something like the fourth dimension, which gave it of the powers and unimaginable gifts of the world available at every viewpoint, sure to begin new standards in healthcare, education, science. And those bastards used it to kill people. Could we simply not be trusted with new breakthroughs? As if God would give us a test run of something and every time we would shame it?
    Rick couldn’t sleep. It was too hot outside; before it was too wet, before that too dry. He lay with no covers on top of him, the bed prodding into his back, though he didn’t care. It was one of those moody times where he would break into endless soliloquy with himself. He needed the time to break out of the world and out of current events and to move on to something newer. Something more spectacular.
    A sudden urge betook him. Rick detached himself from his physical body, feeling only his mind. He pushed, pushed for the crack and the scrape. It was there, certainly, but how to break it?
    He had been there before. He could feel what it was like to be in the fourth dimension- almost like when one reads a magic eye picture book and crosses their eyes, hoping to find the picture inside, even if it is just a mess of shapes and depths. Getting there, at least, would be enough to him.
    A few more pushes. One final crack and he was there, in the fourth dimension, in the magical, untouched landscape. Like midnight after a snowfall in which he would look out and see the world, in all its splendor, covered in white. Except it was even more magical. It was too much even to dream of- the splendors of this dimension, stark black but piercing with so much energy he could not even feel it, lest his limbs go numb in amazement.
    And yet the human race had ruined it beyond proportion. They were going to war over this, this wilderness and beauty, this unbelievable sight. Thanks a lot, he told them. Thanks for ruining the only thing I ever had to hold onto. So the world wasn’t good enough for killing people. They needed this, too.
    Such a thought was all he needed to go back through the rift, back into his bed. In just minutes he fell asleep.