Organic Heptagonal Tentacle

In the distance a star explodes. For an instant all you feel is a sudden warm flush on your face. Existence in an ocean of wonder; brief, frantic, always beautiful.

Virtually 60 days until Falconer’s virtual 1st birthday… virtually excited.

Virtually 60 days until Falconer’s virtual 1st birthday… virtually excited.

Yes, 200 virtual days of virtually mucking out my virtual horse. Fool? I think not! My horse virtually loves me.

Yes, 200 virtual days of virtually mucking out my virtual horse. Fool? I think not! My horse virtually loves me.

  • Death frightens me. Actually dying frightens me. After all, we each fade into unconsciousness every night, do we not? Where was “I” between 9 and 5 last night? Nowhere that I can remember, with the exception of my infrequent dreams. Where was “I” for the 13 billion years following the Big Bang? I can’t remember, but assume it will be the same after I depart – going back to where I came from, unknown, unremembered, and unconscious after billions of future eons.