It's not that I encourage recklessness, but I do have a key to a door in the moon. It's for us- friends who know the same wonder when a star flashes across the sky as if David is up there somewhere in space hurling comets in the darkness looking for giants. We're not inheriting the cosmos anytime soon. It's not about pedigree. It would simply be too boring. Imagine if David was ten-foot-two and carried a shotgun. No one would look up at the sky thousands of years later and remember facing Goliath. Picture tiny David checking in at the pearly gates and God fumbling with his spectacles(let's pretend He's not all-knowing) yelling,"You're the fella who killed Goliath?" I'd like God to look at us like that. We'll start a revolution in the Milky Way, then work our way towards Saturn stealing each of its ring, and when we tango with gravity (the goddess who holds dominion over heavens), we'll slip the rings on her hand- and a kiss if Time permits- before usurping her throne while she's busy blushing. It's not that I encourage recklessness, but I do have a key to a door in the moon.