A Milkyway Melody

"Mommie, Why are the roses red? Mommie, Why is the grass green and the sky blue? Why does a spider have a web and not a house? Daddy, why can't I play in your toolbox? Teacher, why do I have to read? Mother, Why can't I wear lipstick to the dance? Daddy, why can't I stay out until 12:00? The other kids are. Mother, why do you hate me? Daddy, why don't the boys like me? Why do I have to be so skinny? Why do I have to have braces and wear glasses? Why do I have to be 16? Mom, why do I have to graduate? Dad, why do I have to grow up? Dad, why do I have to leave?  Mom, why don't you write more often? Dad, why do I miss my old friends? Dad, why do you love me so much? Dad, why do you spoil me? Your little girl is growing up. Mom, why don't you visit? Mom, why is it hard to make new friends? Dad, why do I miss being at home? Dad, why does my heart skip a beat when he looks in my eyes? Mom, why do my legs tremble when I hear his voice? Mother, wh...

"Some scholars claim that individuals sometimes have direct awareness of conscious states of others, either in telepathic experiences, moments of empathy or even in everyday social intercourse. There is, moreover, a transcendental argument, found by Kant and defended by Strawson, holding that, unless a person could be confident of the existence of other minds, he could not be confident of the existence of his own mind..." Mel's mind was blown inside out, gasping for breath she shut the Encyclopedia Britannica she had been reading and sprinted out of the library. Multi-thinking with multi-tasking; walking down the stairs while writing her thoughts down in a hurry, she tripped and sprained her ankle. She lied on the ground moaning. Ignoring the seething pain, she stretched out her hand and pointed it at the blazing sun. "Why didn't you consider putting me in another multiverse!?". 

Mel sank further into her seat and yanked her hoodie over her messy bun. "Lateral thinking folks!" Her English teacher yelled at the top of her lungs to calm down the noisy classroom. Paper rockets were flying all over the classroom, a nerd was flipping his sci-fi novel pages furiously, two love birds were winking at each other, while the others were busy texting and lol'ing on their BBM's. Everybody was having fun. Mel just did not want anyone to touch her bubble. I am fine by myself, she reassured herself. Super-Nihilistic mode ON. "Guys, you have to think outside the box..." Ms. K explained the concept with hand gestures, while a kid quipped "What if there is no box?" and the whole class stood still for a second and burst into laughter. The teacher came up with a clever answer. "Think of the box like your own body/soul. As long as you exist, you can think. So, the box exists. As the saying goes, you have to step outside your ...