Exploding in small rooms is not difficult
Many people do it.
Life becomes too much
Words start to throttle each other.
Distances grow.
Infinity becomes real
The sparkling universe with its hundred billion lights
Becomes too much of a challenge
So we explode
Quietly
Without any fuss
We all do it eventually
Transubstantiation or spontaneous combustion or whatever
One of them
All we have left is the imagination
Which creates everything.
And it's fun. Isn't it?
Exploding?