Ultimately the entirety of the universe is the same and there is no difference, all things are merely poetic references of the one true nothing. There are only archetypes that underlie all things, that connect all things, and these are called ‘metaphors’. Furthermore, there are no metaphors until one believes there are metaphors, and then those metaphors are interacted with in every day life. Love does not exist until one utters ‘love’, at that moment all love exists. Struggle does not exist until one utters struggle, and then war and endearing begin. Even life refuses to be until one stops and says ‘life’ thus reaching consciousness. The book I am writing is as close to a full explanation of these metaphors as I can attempt.