Our Reach

Heavens - Outer Space must be,

far beyond the imagination's

capacity to understand, much less

imagine, an infinitely vast place

that simply goes on forever, one

horizon mirrored in an unimaginably

onward revelation after another, at

the macro level, the stars and planets,

the constellations twinkling their

light in its dark vastness, gases swirling,

impulses whirling, the matter and

antimatter, natter of the Universe

unfolding endlessly.  And here we

are, infinitesimally less than

significant, with our human

impudence considering ourselves

somehow exceptional, littering the

atmosphere with our ambitious

mechanical probes, the boundless

ether with our electrical impulses,

our mind-numbingly trivial existence

in the amazingly colossal existence

of everything imaginable and an

unaccountable number of worlds

beyond our intelligence, our reach.