• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 01
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Water and Empty Space

Your cells are crying, Stella.

Sloughing and peeling, like the slick pull and spring back of an snake, making its way across the desert under the watchful eyes of Time. Or maybe the snake analogy is wrong. It's more like the slow absorption of the sand from the shore.

- It's always about the water, isn't it? Why is that?

When you look for life outside of your planet, that's what you look for. That's all you are. Water and Empty space. Reasoning holds you together. Your cells are fighting for their lives in every of your so called seconds.

-I'm scared of what lies beneath that surface.

Because of what you might find?

-Because it may be endless, that's why!

Bless you, with your human faculties.

All you can do is find analogies. These meanings that hold you together - they are limited as the sandbox that dwells beneath your feet. The inner and the outer space, fighting for that tension. Through the recesses and plains of the galaxies.

The tension, Stella, is all of you.

Harness it. Use it well.