Any information or knowledge must
have a pattern if it is to be understood
at all. Thus we have the heavens high
above. Or that is what they say. I am
holding balloons in expectation.
Let me read this waking state : it is
stern and bears a majesty worth
attending. Yet, this is only Earth,
and there are other states of being.
Equally worthy of attention, they
stand and wait - forming thoughts
their own, and involving others just
like us, so much like us, or just like us,
exact. Things, things we do not know.