Thinking is not the same thing as knowing, some one once told me.

the human skeleton is comprised of 206 bones. it would take 1,000,355 elementary school children, all stacked up on each other, between the heights 3'6" and 4'8" to reach the moon. there's nothing more than this. our life of war and misery. there's no more. nothing much more than this. that's our big secret. it's not much. but it's enough. and this picture doesn't make me feel so bad about that. how lovely to think this place is real. for you to know this place is real. to think the mysteries showed up, out of no where to you. and you took a picture of them once they weren't looking.