Is this feeling familiar to you: you are tearing along in an aero, in a blue upward spiral, the window is open, a whirlwind is whistling in your face, and there is no Earth, you forget all about the Earth, the Earth is as distant as Saturn, Jupiter, and Venus? That is how I live these days, with a whirlwind in my face—I have forgotten about the Earth and I have forgotten about sweet, pink O. But the Earth still exists, and sooner or later I must land on it again.
