As all those planets passed me by, I ever wondered- was it them or I holding the earth in this position? I've called it a stupid superstition, yet must point out how odd I feel assuming that this eternal wheel would pick just any empty fools to mold into the vacuum's tools before pulling the world away. I know to them I couldn't say, but if I did, I would explain Iām more than just a brain- I too am all the universe, undivided in a hearse.