There is a story, I forget where I read it, about a man whose princess daughter was kidnapped, and in order to save her, the condition was to be able to jump over three stars in the sky.
Or something similar to that. The other story details aren’t clear to me anymore, but I remember the solution. The wife put three basins on the ground, with the reflection of each star shining in the water. With the stars in the water, she jumped over the basins, and the Princess was saved.
Who said you couldn’t put a billion years in water? After all, it is believed that we are constantly packed and dispersed, exploding and imploding. So why do people laugh at my declaration that I have stars in the water?
Last night I gazed into the pool and couldn’t see anything from the sky reflected on the water, even though it was a clear night. Slightly annoyed and subtly challenged by the universal ruse that I could only see myself. Then I knew that the cosmic joke was on me, because it’s all so transparent, and defenses so opaque.
Yeah I’m culprit for having a thousand galaxies in my eye. Though humankind has always been afraid of growing older and leaving the arms of a disillusioned universal embrace, take it from me, we’re just a stargazers jumping over the moon, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel at all like a billion years old.
