Life

At night I look up. I see scintillating distortions of spherical nuclear reactions, calling out for human attention. There are also lumps of rock cloaked in gas, or not, reflecting the radiance of the sun. I can also see a huge piece of stone, shining but covered with black scars. Of all of these, and everything else possibly or definitely out there, I am already in the best known place. The home of everything that breathes. From trees to fire, from the smallest ant, to the biggest beast. Many of these things are taking their last breath, more are taking their first.