She's bound to run amok

"The ocean of your own breath is the mosque or temple you dream of. Your tongue in your mouth is the rock from which you could launch yourself into heaven."


This army has so many hands.
Are you one of us?

Carl Sagan, where are you?

lets get our asses back into space into space where we can let the world rest from our madness our sadness lets let the world grow backas we float above it let it grow and bloom and green again and lets let our childrenschildrenschildrenchildren learn our storiesoflovingearth letslet them become explorers with dreams of home and maybe we can come back and the bonobos will be all grown up into something new and we can have another friend in the universe and hope and love and joy and
gladness.
radness.