To live and breathe in an ocean of stars and not being drown by them.

It’s got to be magical. Don’t know what other word we could use

instead. You see, if we go down in a lake…we drown…if we go down

while swimming in the sea…we drown…and yet…we are who knows

where in the vortex of the universe…and live and dream. And we have

a huge yellowish hot disk during the day. And a soft silvery one during

the night. And then…we have rain…sometimes too much..millions of

cubic feet of it. Sometimes too little. Sometimes nothing. And here we

strive. Surrounded by natural caos…natural peace…and sometimes by

war. An invention created by ourselves. To take the land of the

neighbor. To take the wife from him. His riches. His chattels. His

jewelry. Children. Keeping them in bondage. Inventing more and more

sophisticated ways of destruction. Faster and more efficiently. While all

the marvels at the beginning of these writing remain unperturbed.

Oblivion to us. As beautiful as they have been for billions of years.

While we argue and kill each other. What a shame.

Man can be irremediably stupid.

EO