I can see everything, From up in my hot air balloon. The world is a patchwork quilt. Intricately designed, All the colors imaginable. Up in my hot air balloon, It's nothing but me, And my music. And you. And up in my hot air balloon, Where no one can hear us, And we can hear no one, We talk. And we laugh. About everything. From small things, TV shows, Favorite songs. To other things, Like our lives. Where we headed, And if we like it. We share our fears, And our joys. Tell our stories from the beginning. Up in my hot air balloon, The weather is always warm, And breezy. It's a gently ride. And all of a sudden, The balloon has popped. But we're not afraid. We grab each other's hands, And jump. And we laugh the whole way down. We smile, and we laugh, and we yell. And everybody stops and stares at us: Laughing and yelling, Practically falling out of the sky. And right before we hit the ground, I wake up.
i can hear the sound of the ground shift. im walking walking walking along. i have no idea whats going on anymore. the idea i had, it began to warp into a swirl of blues and grays. its pretty nice once i stare at it long enough though. the maze my mind created around this time. the labyrinth is out of control. control. control my thoughts as i twirl around your bed. your sheets are getting jostled around your body now. let me smooth them out for you. there you go... can you breathe now? have you ever been able to since ive opened your door every night and let myself in? in. inside me, theres never been a moment i havent wanted that. im just too damn sinful for your mouth nowadays, its a shame. shame. shameful? am not! dont be a prude mister! you know exactly how to touch my skin to make me wish i was detached from it. glancing at your graceful fingertips glide towards the nape of my neck stretching down towards the small of my back and so on and so forth. why did you abandon this?
"living on the senses requires easily triggered sense of marvel, a little extra energy, and most people are lazy about life. Life is something that happens to them while they wait for death [...]
"when you consider something like death, after which (there being no news flash to the contrary) we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesnt matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly. it probably doesnt matter if, while trying to be modest and eager watchers of life's many spectacles we sometimes look clumsy or get dirty or ask stupid questions or reveal our ignorance or say the wrong thing or light up with wonder like the child we all are."
"most of all, the twentieth century will be remembered as the time when we first began to understand what our address was. the big, beautiful, blue, wet ball of recent years is one way to say it. but a more profound way will speak of the orders of magnitude of that bigness, the shades of the blueness, the arbitrary delicacy of beauty itself, the ways in which water has made life possible, and the fragile euphoria of the complex ecosystem that is earth, and earth on which, from space, there are no visible fences, or military zones, or national borders.
we need to send into space a flurry of artists and naturalists, photographers and painters, who will turn the mirror upon ourselves and show us earth as a single planet, a single organism thats buoyant, fragile, blooming, buzzing, full of spectacles, full of fascinating human beings, something to cherish. learning our full address may not end all wars, but it will enrich out sense of wonder and pride. it will remind us that the human context is not tight as a noose, but large as the universe we have the privilege to inhabit.
it will change out sense of what a neighborhood is. it will persuade us that we are citizens of something larger and more profound than mere countries, that we are citizens of earth, her joyriders and caretakers, who would to well to work on her problems together. the view from space is offering us the first chance we evolutionary toddlers have had to cross the cosmic street and stand facing our home, amazed to see it clearly for the first time.
picture this: everyone youve ever known, every one youve ever loved, youre whole experience of life floating in one place, on a single planet underneath you."
(from A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman)