Back To Earth

I've been standing alone here, on an unknown spinning asteroid.
You left me while I was lost in euphoria.

And oxygen from my oxy-tank is starting to run out. 

Dizzy.
Light-headed.
Breathless.

Dear you, who brought me to the outer space...
would you like to bring me back home?
I wanna go back. 

To Earth. 

Human. Universe.

The human mind is not capable of grasping the Universe. 

We are like a little child entering a huge library. 

The walls are covered to the ceilings with books in many different tongues. 

The child knows that someone must have written these books. 

It does not know who or how. 

It does not understand the languages in which they are written.

But the child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books

— a mysterious order which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects.

ALBERT EINSTEIN

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