…..From vine to vine, flying through air, it’s in our genes to leave here, through portals we feel immortal, is this moral, we leave because we destroyed the coral; or is our escape apart of the creator’s plan to expand, out into perceivable space, we gaze through our instruments only to find we’ve flown through a body of atoms, with arms, legs, and a bright sunny face, than evasive maneuvers, to escape what looks to be an attempt to undo us, as if we’re a fly in gods kitchen, is it wrong to hope he has bad vision.