There’s something irresistibly poetic about the unknown and the uncontrollable. Stars, the moon, fire, the weather, the angry churning sea-vast and feisty as these elements are, we are captivated by them. The universe doesn’t give two turds but we still strive to encompass our thoughts and catch fragments of our wandering notions in a butterfly net made of a vocabulary almost entirely made up of that which we are curious about. Because we do not know, we all have different ideas of what it is, which makes things all the more unique to every reader, writer, portrayer. And as our minds engulf themselves into a realm of unattainable possibilities, our fingers grope for a hold on the world’s horns and try not to go insane-because dammit- we are irrevocably human.