You know what I’m gonna do tomorrow?
Absolutely nothing interesting. I bet you thought I was going on some crazy vacation to some new continent that hasn’t been touched since primordial ooze scraped together the means to form themselves into something a little more sentient. And really, what was the point of just sitting on those damn rocks all day anyways? Maybe in a pool. Some of them were lucky enough to be in a pool. Off they went to swim the oceans, never looking at that damned rock again, that spot be damned, we’ve got consciousness and intelligence and opposable thumbs and Playstations to get started on. Time’s a-wasting! Something happened, of course. Eventually they wanted nothing more than to be back in that pool, on that blessed rock, when the realization set upon them that this grand universe swirled not around them but everywhere else. Man felt lonely on his island Earth. There were no metaphysical beings swirling around, watching, waiting, testing, prodding, reiterating. A drop in a bucket in the sand left lonely waiting by the child’s feet in a salted sea.
