“It is not. The world is not safe for people who wish to explore it. Death occurs. And there are
those that listen to the orchestral medley of nature and hear only emptiness. The world changes quickly,
too quickly for my liking occasionally. What is once considered enough is never enough for long. I used
to be able to hear nature’s medley from my home, now I hear the medleys of Ford and Bud Light.”
“Yes and no. The whales in the ocean sing their choruses, and I would listen every night if I could.
I could stare into the eyes of a deer for eternity, if I’d only the chance. I have no grievance with the inhabitants of Earth, more with its renters.”
do it on accident – forwarded by a silly, courageous hope.”
“And that gives you enough proof to spare them?”
“Indeed. Had they originally known oil would run dry, or water was limited, or animals had numbers, they would not have pursued such a lifestyle. But they didn’t.”
“Can I look at the Earth a bit more? It’s breathtaking from up here.”
steps echoing through the metallic room and down the hall. This left the other who spoke, staring at the
majesty of the Earth: that one pale blue dot, which was the only home the other knew.
- Nicholas Drabant
- JoHanna Loar