I once saw a cube. It was cubic. And it gleamed. I often dream about it. In my dreams it is The Cube. It can fly. It can swim. It can ride a bicycle. There is nothing that it can not do. Except it can not eat apples. Few cubes can. And even the most perfect things have faults. In one dream The Cube walked towards me. Then I woke up screaming. And I looked around. And there was no cube to be seen. The dream had gone away. Some dreams do not go away. Some dreams stay forever behind the eyelids of their targets. They are called The Bad Dreams. In them there are no cubes. Nor is there any harmony. But the dreams about The Cube can hunt them down. Dreams can be killed. Most things can. But not The Cube. It is almost flawless. It can bounce. It can fight. It can win. And it can free the minds from The Bad Dreams. The Cube thus makes people more nice. Nice people make the world nice. The Cube likes that. It is the best thing it knows. Next to being in dreams. The dreams of The Cube will always conquer. They will always be the victor. You have no choice but to understand. To give in to the fact. The fact that The Cube can make your life better. The Cube can free you. Do not fight it. Do not resist it. Welcome it. Enjoy it. The Cube will protect you. Your dreams will be filled with happiness of seeing The Cube. And forever will you see The Cube. And forever will you be happy. And forever will you be free. Heaven is amongst us. Embrace The Cube.