Here I am writing this little entry while the earth is hurling through space at a rate of speed that my mind cannot even comprehend. Not only is Earth spinning and orbiting the sun, but the sun is orbiting the Milky Way and the Milky Way is orbiting some distant center in deep space and on and on we go. And it's all just like one of those little mobiles that hang above a baby's crib to help them fall asleep. Who knows maybe thats all we are, just a mobile spinning through space while the music chimes on to keep the baby sleeping. Every other galaxy just another crib in the cosmic nursery where worlds are birthed. Why am I saying this? Because anyhting I ever write must be considered in this context. Not important in the scheme of things but perhaps it's part of the chime that may help to soothe the child they try to grow into this mystery.