The stars: ablaze. The view through Durga’s rip had not prepared him. Earth and the moon, pebbles in space. Space, a hall of endless light. The great question of the Anth: What happens next? Every step a bound. No air, but he felt fine. It was a dive. The gates of the perfect castle, open, ignored. Bounds becoming huge wheeling leaps. Delight. Ariel. Get it done.
