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She lived alone on a very small planet…the only person, in the only house. Her name was Minu, at least that’s what she called herself. In truth, she was simply a She. Her lovely house was warm, cozy and filled with books. The books kept changing, of course, since the minute she finished one, it faded away and a new one took it’s place. Still, the walls were filled with shelves, which were filled with books of every kind. And if she wanted something in particular, the book simply appeared. Minu was one of many Shes’. When her time was up, someone would replace her, just as she had replaced the She before her. There always had been and there always would be a She, since that’s who held the universe together. When Minu read a book it became part of reality and when she dreamed, well, that became part of reality as well. She tried to dream lovely things but sometimes her dreams had a mind of their own and once dreamed, they also become part of reality.
Minu read a book about a snowman, so she turned the weather cold and made it snow. She build her snowman, since he always experimented with the things she read, and named him Pin. When she was tired of the cold she would just think of warmth and summer would come to her, along with green things and flowers. Now that she had Pin, however, she was letting the cold stay longer than usual, knowing that Pin would melt and then she would have no one to listen to her ideas and no one to read to before the darkness settled in.
And so it went, century after century. When it was time for her to go, Minu was replaced by someone who named herself Lia. So you see, the world and the universe in general, is at the mercy of the personality and interests of those who think it into being.
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on January 9, 2014