“ I don’t understand!”

      The cry of the everyman resounds from the walls of the sparsely appointed bus station restroom that is his limited world.  His human mind is an impotent and clumsy tool with which he struggles to comprehend the entirety of what is and what is not.  “Charles,” the universe whispers in response.  (note:  This is not meant to imply that the universe is a bus station.  It is not only larger than most bus stations, but where would the busses be going?”