my ego is out floating in the galaxy

I saw the big dipper tonight, and I think I saw my ego floating out there, waiting to be captured. It was wondering aloud in my head thoughts I have encountered before about my place here.

mars winked at me and I said hello back nonchalantly. I don’t mind being friends with the powerful, even when they are the incarnation of our violent desires.

and then I hung up, laid back, watched a runner disappear down the path. and with my self revealed to the universe, I figured some of it out, just like it’s meant to be discovered: piecemeal, without answers, without that large key some feel is out there floating around to divulge what is behind door number three.

as much as it’s confusion, out there in the galaxy, where my ego is hanging out with its friends large key and sanity, at least it’s having a good time. I think.

after all, if the universe is inherently unhappy, what will it do to the sawdust beneath my work bench?