Journey To The Inside

Ten thousand miles an hour plus
We streak across the sky like dust
And none of us know where or why
We're like a jewel in the sky

Oh what are you going to do with me…

You say to us we must not fight
We must be good we must be quiet
And all of us are six foot high
And none of us know how to die

Oh what are you going to do with me…

SPOKEN:

Fragments of conversation from some sort of social gathering, including:

“….but I think it goes further than that… I go into a molecular thing as well…. the comparative distances between electrons and nuclei in molecules in every material… is very comparative to the distances in our own solar system… if you took a pill to get smaller and you… vanished… … you get smaller and smaller and vanish inside that chair that you’re sitting…..”