It's nice to look up at the sky once in a while [Taken from Live Spaces Blog, 28 noviembre 2005, 17:24]

I wonder what it was like in the far past to look up at the sky, and think about what the sky was. I mean, it's blue, it's got white *stuff* floating around in all shapes and sizes, and when the white stuff turns gray or black it pours water down. And there's also the yellow, warm, very bright ball moving so slowly, but SO constantly in a complete arch around the sky. And night! Night is totally another world! Why does that yellow ball die out? Where does it go? No one knows. How does it appear all the way back on the other side? Or is it a new yellow ball every day? No idea. And what are all those shiny, tiny dots on the sky? Are they trying to say something through all that blinking and twinkling? Why are they there? Why don't they fall down here, just like everything else does? And they all move in the same direction too, just like that yellow ball does. And rainbows, and all that stuff must've been very amazing to all people from past centuries.

Looking at it that way, it's disappointing to live in our time, when we think we can explain all of nature's phenomenathrough physical and chemical arguments. There's just so little space for wonder now... even in such a miraculous spectacle as the sky.