It stretches beyond me filled with the endless possibilities. Reaching out with fingertips I organize the things by similarity. Things I recognize and things I do not. Perception begins to fade as I view the unadorned universe as it is. The beauty of the cosmos is infinite, but the most beautiful things I have seen are reflected off of the eyes of the creatures in my own realm. Strange, creeping, living monstrosities of the quagmire think and react the same as I do. I think of what is behind me while looking forward. I can only express regret at my inability to place words to the sparkle of what we call life illuminated on the pupils of a billion star babies. Shine on... when I cannot. This is my 'relationship' with humanity. A quiet observer, only ever half in and half out of reality. I would have it no other way.