I am nothing if not sentimental.

I am aware of everything that has happened.

These are my footfalls, subtle. Hear them resonate. Let them plod a soft Earth not encumbered. Is it luck or a masterstroke of evolution that reproduction feels positive for humans? Billions of us now, continue on. Murder is wrong, unless you are tiny. Would the holocaust have been so tragic if the Jewish were as tiny as insects? Beauty always wins. Dwell on the incomprehensible power held by those esteemed miraculous winners of great genes. Though standards are disparate, the power remains exactly the same. Players of a tired game, coy eyes, winning smiles. Stream of consciousness. Is it possible to be both in, and out? So many strangers, though the grocer recognizes me. The psyche is so deep and convoluted, but still we exist via glances and nods. We desire the same things, just altered, do we not? No permanent lease on the planet was exercised. You will vacate at some point, to be determined. Please don't make yourself so comfortable. Beginnings are tragically important, endings not so much. Have you seen how much can be altered and changed by a subtle slight in the very beginning? But nearer the end nothing matters. It's over. And now you may only remember. Clear as the day, then a hazy twilight, until you are not so sure the memory was ever real to begin with. Then it is time to dream. Words are tiny pieces of intellect collected into strands over thousands of years. Could we communicate otherwise? Of course. But none other waxes so poetic. Rhythm is at the heart of everything, and can be solved by algorithms. Who ever dreamt of a collective universe so mathematical? A vowel is nearly the same as a cold distant planet. If another human ever comes out of me and asks about us, I guess this is what I will say: We were born. We learned to walk. We learned what is was to die. Then we buried and prayed. We grew taller and solved problems. Still we prayed. We solved more problems. We decompose as we learn, and we remember everything. We spent our entire existence anticipating what will happen next, and we spent our waking hours dwelling on who will control it. We prayed to, and for, everything. We looked up through the trees, we denied and satiated our Gods. But in the beginning, we forgot -

Water saved us.