I have stumbled upon the fuliginous nucleus of my thoughts. I can’t see much but the different motivations, whims of wisdom, spontaneous revelations, and experimental existential experiences. I notice that the positive portions of matter tend to congregate inside of this crowded core while the negative spirals and spins around the outer laying shells of the realm. This is actually ideal because in these fields, the isolation is more commonly “isotoped,” creating intellectual imbalances. If this place is not properly nurtured, it’s very nature can be quite explosive or worse. It could actually slip into radioactive decay.