Casually jumping from one planet to the next, barely missing Pluto, dancing by the poor little "EX", drifting out a little further passing by smaller solar systems, cause Andromeda await. One must pass through much dark matter in the distance between galaxies, it is quite the taxing journey and is not for those with instabilities. The length of time is massive, and the gravity is all but void, one has no sense of direction, like a baby new to earth, the spirit lacks the capability to fully understand the worth. The void tears at ones very soul, broken down bit by bit, piece by piece really quite exhausting, like a normal person pretending to be an athlete. Time is the killer, and not for obvious reasons, but because the human soul is not very old, so there is more circles of time, and can drive people mad, hardened minds keep a soul count on such a journey. So as all the pieces come back together, or not, the slow, methodical, passionate pull of Andromeda begins to tug you closer, as she is further and larger then the Milky way, which is like a rubber blow up compared to an Olympic size, it is merely a matter of weight. As one drifts along the edge, close to where Sol would sit, it almost feels quite normal, even though its bright as ****! So many stars around, so much thriving life, neutron and white to red dwarf, even saw a supernova on the way to the center. The warmth of love and the softness of eternal light, such gravity that feeds the soul with an older quality, pushing core senses to the highest level, creating a heightened state of understanding to see the youth in our ways. Bounced back in the black, sent booming to the earth where a shell lay, one I often call, Gabriel.