In ever widening circles we dwell here among the stars and though no one knows it's drifting I'm sure the earth will fall we call upon the forces of the sun and stars around we must have balance living to get this plate to spin. The earth was better flat and any who would say that we are going our own direction have nothing good to say, bring back the swords and muskets bring back the dodo bird, ten million head of buffalo that kept the grass cut down. In tales of life and science we approve such mad designs as to try to conquer the nothing which lurks around us on all sides. If intelligent life should find us sitting here looking at their stars I hope the burn all our telescopes hope they take away all our cars. The resumption of reduction to this accumulation we call our lives.