The small boy in the bubble had a very tiny window with which he could see the sky...

One day he imagined it to be there... just on the palm of his hand...

He imagined he could swallow it all, in a single gulp, make it his veins,

The sky was his biggest inspiration...

Galaxies, a giant core,

Exploding

He felt the Sun...

Disappearing to

give,

transform itself in

everything

living creatures, singing and dancing and eating each other

trying to get

another piece of sun

another

single moment of life...

like the sweetest taste of life.

Clouds and liquids, weather and even seasons,

the sky illuminated worlds
created worlds

and

how they responded!

The grateful trees
The thirsty beetles
The savage horses
The hungry men

Civilizations arose,
all over the universe
replicating
with the intricate details of their
information societies
the intricate complexity
of the
World.

A word replicating a World
at least trying
for the force that fed the word
could not appear in it.

The symbol was not the thing.

There was something amiss...

And so these beings traveled
far and away
to find
that pure essential fragrance
of time
the MOMENT

in which we live and can
make EVERYTHING ours...

They lived and lived

and then died

from the explosion of happiness
that was so big
that
has the sun
they exploded
to give life
to yet
another set of worlds

endlessely recreating
replicating
the adventure
the ecstasy
the magic
and the mystery
of

LIFE