A little whistful hope that the universe is not as desolate as it sometimes seems
and we still aren't out in the stars as yet.
and we haven't explored the Milky Way.
and we haven't seen Earth from light years away. But the Galaxy has turned very slightly.and Relativity burns ever brightly.
and stars are born and stars have died.
and ancient races have sat and cried.
The universe has aged a little.
and time has grown a bit more brittle.
and we are somewhere in this vast black ocean.
and lost in the dust of our own imagination. But despite the fact that we are small.
and a tiny, tiny part of this overwhelming all.
and that some think that we don't really matter.
and that this cosmos is all chaos and clatter. Love remains.