A natural response that my mind has engulfed as a common habit of mine, the summoning of my oasis is one consisting of time and it’s many properties. Time slows down and thus lets my eyes shut for however long an inconvenience may be. I find it comforting to imagine greater and larger things that can surpass those heated moments that seem to overtake any possibility of peace. With this comes the rise of the questions posed by philosophers in their own serene perplexity, perhaps attempting to escape the realities of their own life as well. It might be quite odd to claim that complexity in itself is what keeps me calm in times of despair, and that may be in fact odd. However, this may be the inner physicist attempting to seep through the shell of my literature and words.