Fabric of space has feelings.
You hurt it you tear a little out.
It has been slashed and cut.
Unrecognizable
No resemblance to what it was.
It not well.

The plan.
We slowly stitching it together
Not surgely
With words
With thoughts
With action
We mending the universe
Restore it to its former glory

Universe be happy
We be happy
Life be good.