Within the Realm of a Dying Sun...

I sometimes cannot tell the difference between a swarm of starlings and a swirl of leaves in a wind storm.
I try.
I vy.
But often times the seemingly huge minutes and miles between objects and objectives are just married together in a union of discord.
But it's okay - right?
I mean there are other places where these things are not linear. Places where naming is a difficult and time consuming process and it's better to just be between words and definitions. Head, heart, hands - the space between these words seems vast and yet are they not all felt? I don't know.



"The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. (p. 25)"