Matter Matter

It doesn't matter.... all the three states were discarded long ago. It exists, but not as matter. Its presence looms large, only, there is nothing tangible that looms. You can't see it, you can't touch it, you can't smell it, all you can do is sense it, with a surety that surpasses even the other two states of matter. It really doesn't matter. But that's in the other dimension. In my dimension, everything matters. There is matter everywhere. You can't as much as turn without bumping into some matter or the other. Oh yeah, that's only because I went to the matter production house one day, and blew the whole damn place up. It's been raining matters ever since. Big matters, small matters, ugly matters, pretty matters, fat matters, thin matters, matters that fall hard, matters that land softly, matters that hurt, matters that heal, matters that matter, matters that don't. The other dimension has firm boundaries, where the matter(s) just stops. Once it reaches the boundary, you don't need to bother with it anymore. You can safely shrug it off with a cursory glance, a shrug of the shoulders and go back to burying your face in that book and your mind in sadness. Of course, the mind is a wonderful place, with lots of matters at hand at all times. They are tossed over, thought about, discussed, played and toyed with, and then, discarded. Often, the matters are modified from one state to another. Complement it with a smile or a giggle, and it becomes a laughing matter! Now, that's technology for you these days. Of course, we, in my dimension, are still primitive, and haven't learnt the use of such advanced methods yet. Whatever little technology we did have, I went and blew up. But that's another matter. It only takes a hop across dimensions, made of spatial matter, concrete and seas, to see savvy matter. Matter there is neatly categorised, often forgotten, selectively remembered, lied about. Matters that matter enough in my dimension to face the lynch mob are merely a laughing matter here. The last I heard of matter was when it was in my ear, on its way into my head to rid me of the grey matter there. I haven't known whats been going on since then. The matter is in way too deep. That is the heart of the matter.