(October 22, 2015 at 10:45 pm)heatiosrs Wrote:I look up and the starry night I can seeWhen I leave earth what will be left of me?In all the books, we're told earth is our destiny,Yet I can't help but wonder what lies in the galaxies.
How will I stand out as an individual human being?Will I act on creativity and ideas exempt from fear of completing?How shall I live unconcerned with others conceding?What is life without ever taking a beating,For fear of public recognition is only self-defeatingWhat is the purpose, if never looking for deeper meaning.
So alas, I look up at the night sky and must ponder the starsFor every hardship I face, I am reminded who we areA product of evolution, and we've come so farWhat only concerns myself will keep me barredSo when I die I know impact was made, if I could manage to change the stars.
"In awe, I watched the waxing moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an ambered chariot towards the ebony void of infinite space, wherein the tethered belts of Jupiter and Mars hang, forever festooned in their orbital majesty.
And as I looked at all this I thought . . .
I must put a roof on this toilet."
There are no atheists in terrorist training camps.



