Somewhere, in a country, in a town, in a house, sitting on the window-seat there is a girl. She sits scribbling something in her notebook. She does this often. What is worrying about this is that unlike other people she doesn’t use this as a diary, or something to do homework in or a place to draw or write stories or songs. She uses it to do all of the options, except for homework, and one other. She uses it to place her theories. It’s a good thing that no one read it, theories like that could shake the world. Sometimes it’s best if the world is left as it is. She looks up at the sky. She thinks of the limitlessness of the universe and how comparing it to the human imagination is like comparing a plastic ring to a rubber band. In this case however, she thinks, the rubber band could stretch end to end of infinity and still have enough elasticity to make a round trip a few times. No wonder we build all these tall buildings, the more space we see the more we think and we can’t have that, can we? Her thoughts soon turn from the universe to a less popular topic, Death.  It would amaze some people at how easily and how young she had first, and still, coped with the idea of her own death. But it wasn’t that she was thinking of. She was thinking of how long people lived in comparison to their death. They actually are very old, they were an egg in their mother’s ovary, who as an egg in her mother’s womb and so on and son. The sad things are that for most of that time they weren’t even really alive and that after being born, they never would be again. They would be much younger than their descendents. Then again, it was better than the alternative, dissolving after not being fertilized or being in your mother’s ovary til she dies. These two examples of her thinking prove she is one of the most, possibly the, most dangerous people on the planet. Sometimes you don’t need a weapon to change a world, though some of the most notable examples have. She has the kind of mind that belonged to people who ancient would say they executed and kept them locked up where only they could find them. They were the kind of people whose body is easy to lock, but their mind is impossible to contain. That is possibly why, when she turned four, her parents decided to move out of the city to a quiet, out-of-the-way town. To keep her to themselves. After all, one-of-a-kind is always special. She smiles at this thought and goes back to her notebook, and all around her the universe displays all it’s infinite possibilities.