I find the taste of raw cucumber combined with raw red onions to be stimulating on a very visceral level.

I think about all of the incomprehensible amount of space that lies between each and every one of the stars, the unfathomable quantities of time that the universe has existed for and will continue to exist; I think that without the existence of the Vast, the seemingly insignificant yet completely amazing things such as the way raw cucumbers and red onions taste and feel in your mouth would never be possible. And I appreciate both, because somewhere between the two, there we are - all of us.

V svaq gur gnfgr bs enj phphzore pbzovarq jvgu enj erq bavbaf gb or fgvzhyngvat ba n irel ivfpreny yriry.

V guvax nobhg nyy bs gur vapbzcerurafvoyr nzbhag bs fcnpr gung yvrf orgjrra rnpu naq rirel bar bs gur fgnef, gur hasngubznoyr dhnagvgvrf bs gvzr gung gur havirefr unf rkvfgrq sbe naq jvyy pbagvahr gb rkvfg; V guvax gung jvgubhg gur rkvfgrapr bs gur Infg, gur frrzvatyl vafvtavsvpnag lrg pbzcyrgryl nznmvat guvatf fhpu nf gur jnl enj phphzoref naq erq bavbaf gnfgr naq srry va lbhe zbhgu jbhyq arire or cbffvoyr. Naq V nccerpvngr obgu, orpnhfr fbzrjurer orgjrra gur gjb, gurer jr ner - nyy bs hf.

 

 

 

There is a certain coarseness to my thoughts as I evaluate my situation; they are like the stubble on my cheeks after skipping a day of shaving, and I can't find a razor.