What’s up there? Straight up as far as you can possibly see, from wherever you’re standing right now. In the daylight, the naked eye
can see farther than you’d think. Let it stretch. Notice the outer layer of your eyeball. See the fluid and the beings that swim there.
Around them are their siblings and playmates, tumbling as they play. Behind them are more swimmers, blending with the sky-blue
at first, then finding their own place in your perception and becoming more apparent; like a magnified view of sperm. Analogous of all
the souls wading the film between dimensions. A school of fish caught up in the cyclone of the current: to what end?
To hue the bemans who walk the Earth crust until they return to dust. The bees that fly mid-air, doing their best to avoid the birds
that hover there, looking for insex. The hawk that scopes a mouse running through a field. My hawk-eye stretches far enough to
see into outer-space. Beyond the color of the light-blue, it gets progressively darker. Try to focus on the darkest part, and convince your
mind that you can see even further. Picture a point and focus in on its face, you’ll see a zit on its forehead. Now imagine who might be
looking back at you? You’re the second batch of swimmers on the fluid surrounding His eyeball; tadpoles and zygotes, as particulate as
the dust in the air. Rollicking with your cousins at a backyard barbecue, catching up with Uncles and Aunts…
Upon a more intense examination, we can see that he had broccoli for dinner…..
Look into his eyes…..life destroyed him. Birth crushed him like the end of your toothpaste between iron-vise jaws, scraping on the way
out along a berth too narrow for his girth, or faltering future. Each push left a cold frost on his face, crystallizing down over his toes:
pushing him further into the warmth of seclusion.

Pan-out to his shirt pocket—half-a-pack of butts—he’s trying to quit. Trying, not doing. Soon he’ll do though. Because right now he
just sounds like an asshole.

But anyway…
What’s up there?…..