the URL to the.cosmos.is.cracking is meant to be ironic:

the weather reminded me today that i always tend to settle for little things.
the breeze told me i was selfish.
a bird chirped at me as i walked to class, "why are you so guilty?"
the trees remained solid in their roots, unmoved. their branches swayed as the wind carried them, but they still remained intact.
the trees told me that i haven't been myself.
i looked to the clouds because everything around me, beautiful and perfect forced my head to drop, and eyes to focus on the path before me. i was sick of the path.
but the clouds were perfect too, even though they were ever changing.
the clouds told me that the horizon i've wrapped myself in will unravel soon.
the ramifications of wrapping myself in the horizon are yet to be determined.
everything has been working outside. everything outside is perfection.
i tried looking in the mirror and at the people around me to see if we were perfect too.
i now understand why animals exist in their community separate from us.
jonathan is not right, and never will be.
because jonathan isn't going to heaven.
jonathan still believes that religion means something, but jonathan won't go to heaven.
he's not perfect. i'm not perfect.