Milky Way

What does it look like, this orbital ball from the fringes of the Milky Way?
What does it feel like, this orbital ball from the fringes of the Milky Way?

We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men... trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense.
They make journeys, not very extensive ones, it is true;but our own little comings and goings are only little more than tree-wavings- many of them not so much.

Past the Milky Way. Past the stars and moons, the suns and shadows. Past the universe. Past it all. Past the light and into the darkness. Past the created and into the creation, into the deep space of creators, of gods and immortals. Into the creative cosmos. Into the within. Into it. There lies a place with a white planet, a bright dot in the static blackness, a solitary island in the expanse of imaginative nothingness.

This lone planet lies still in its isolation, staring at the darkness with two penetrating eyes that protrude from its spherical whiteness…