This song is equal parts my ex girlfriend and the movie "Interstellar". During our initial breakup before things got really bad she told me she just needed space and time. One night I watched that movie and started getting really fascinated by the concept of space-time and the theories of alternate universes, gravitational waves and singularities. Movies are a great form of escapism for me, especially after getting sober. Here's a thing you can put on and time just seems to pass while you get lost in stories of other people's fictional lives and problems. All I wanted and needed were ways to pass time and escape the crushing heartache and nothing, not even music was working anymore. Somehow, this story captivated my imagination in a way that nothing else would at the time and helped me to feel empathy for something other than her, at least for a couple hours. Shortly after I watched this movie I started to formulate the words to this song and everything just kind of clicked. It is not a happy song, it's more a proclamation of complete and total powerlessness and uselessness. This was the first step in admitting failure for me, that no matter what variables I manipulated, no matter how hard I worked to prove scientifically that love was enough to make things work out, there just may not be a general relativity for us. A place and time where nothing in the past mattered, where all mistakes could be undone and the future was a wide open and beautiful dimension where everything would just work out because of destiny. I've always been a fatalist, I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason so therefore the reason must be that things will work out the way I want them to right? If only that were true. Although, if that was the case, what would be the point of life? It's like all the bullshit "The Secret" believers preach about how all you have to do is put your desires out into the universe and if you want it bad enough they will manifest. I don't want to live in a universe where everything you want will just happen if you don't do a damn thing but want it bad enough. Or maybe that is the way things work, that would explain why all these terrible, senseless things happen to good people all over the world on a daily basis. Someone just really wants bad things to happen to good people more than people who work hard and stay positive and pray to God for his will, not theirs. But I digress... A singularity is a point in space-time where alternate realities converge and relate on a grander scale of a multiverse concept. Sometimes I find myself still searching for this point, this perfect moment where all that matters is the love shared by both of us but sadly that has yet to happen. There are outside forces at work, tearing us apart, pushing us together and no sense of fate or willful manifestation ever seem to make anything about it make sense. I don't pretend to understand why everything has happened the way it has between us, I don't know why there are still forces at work that keep us in each other's lives and I don't know how I am supposed to feel about anything anymore. That is the problem, trying to rationalize and conceptualize a feeling. Love is just that, a feeling, and it will never make any sense. Enjoy the feeling, do what your heart thinks is right and stop trying to make sense of it all. Just love and be loved until it's all used up.