Mother Bird Star Warmth

Seems so surreal...billions of beings held in place by invisible forces atop a giant spinning orb dependent on the charity of mother bird's star warmth. It's a golden time for earth and mankind conceiving and evolving creating and mastering fantastic things like flying machines and curing disease searching for the key to the speed of light planet hopping just on the horizon unwinding the helix-dreaming in spacetime. Ego, like algae bloom, enters the gilded room disturbing the divine and pure nature of things warring and serial raping...rinse and repeat. Mankind so volatile so violent so unkind Careening toward another mass extinction. The beginning and ending deeply set in scripture trimmed and encrypted whittled down to imperfection. With an ungodly amount of editing in between. No wonder mankind seems detached and indifferent. Mother bird star warmth will remain long after the golden tide of mankind subsides. She'll pulse her warmth to the next icy orb... hopeful that grace will finally overcome ego.