Lyric Demina

I lay there beside the dying fire, looking up at the branch-lined sky and the mineral glory of the unconscious universe. I lay awake for a long time, feeling alone, yet not alone, as one sometimes does in the wilderness, feeling as if one were the only living object on the planet and as if the closest things to one - one's fate and destiny perhaps - lay outside our small world, somewhere in the remote, alien pastures of the stars.
~ Tarl Cabot