cosmic curiosity
I spied jupiter through the lens. It's quite remarkable to peek from one rock to another. I suppose jupiter is really more of a ball of gas than a rock. I could see the great red spot, and it could see me, only it appeared white. I thought of that enormous hypercane spinning around and around and around, and I thought of the origin. It occurred to me that we must have literally spun ourselves into existence. I then stepped outside of the dome and onto the balcony to take a look at the planet with only my naked eye, when suddenly a rediculously bright flash of light followed by a long narrow trail of cosmic debris shot right before me and the fellow to my right. The sky was falling? Space rocks were dropping from the cosmos only to incinerate upon the atmosphere in the most enchanting fashion. What does it mean to be an incarnate being walking on the surface of this planet while confined within an envelope of meat? I don't know. I think it is likely that we are but frogs in a well.