Sometimes I’m quiet and irritated, for no specific reason. When I was young I tried to hide every thing inside. Now that I’m older, I struggle to show it. One day, making a radio signal, might be more important than being able to build a fire.

I wish everyone the best on their interstellar travels. Life is rare, and beautiful. It is worthy of cherishing. There is only one you. What are we going to do with our lives? What is worth living or dying for, or believing in?

To think that there are different galaxies and worlds, and universes out there.. yet you masturbate like a baboon. There are ancient lessons in the stars, and ancient mannerisms of primitive predecessors built into our DNA.

I have been full of fear. And ashamed at who I am.