What I would give, my dear, to sit with you in the black boundlessness of space and watch the world begin. We would stare, as stars formed from debris, and the light would reflect in our eyes. Underneath all of this we would be small. And at last, we would know our places. Perhaps you would touch my ribcage under the fire-light of a new galaxy. Our hearts would be full, full with the knowledge that we have hearts at all. We would marvel at ourselves. We would know, that inside us, (inside all of us) is a tiny little universe. Exploding and reforming again and again and again. And at last, we could whisper to each other, we could whisper: We are as big as the world.
(These images are old, a year and a half.)