Billions of votive candles float in an infinite pool of black ink. The seasons collapse and a deep purple lake is blessed with diamond snow. That peripheral blue globe becomes a microscopic speck as we ride the intergalactic slingshot, rocketting heavenward, into the boundless midst of the stars. It is impossible to tell up from down, left from right. It is midnight as ever in the garden of Good and Evil; so too is it midnight in the Universal.
Can you really go on like this?
*Never take me to a planetarium. I will die.*
Still looking for meaning? Staring into the void of technology has been useless, hasn't it. Just remember what Nietzsche said ... "if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
Now, are we lost or found?
Be one of the Spaceship People. We get all the chicks. But more importantly, we're decent, kind-hearted individuals, who will rule the world some day, whether you like it or not.
Remotely intrigued? Sign here. The passive type? Read quietly.
Alright, alright already ... on with it, before you wet your pants.
Nothing new since Friday, April 28th, 2000, when she added some magnetic poetry.