Laurel, it never fails to amaze me.
Create a paradise out of the ether. Throw in some wildlife, volcanoes, and windstorms. Some iguanas, koalas, and waterfalls. Come back a few billion years later, and just when it looks like the whole place is going to implode - with pollution, disease, and war; famine, fatigue, and fright - there are still those who see the beauty. Who act with kindness. And who live with hope and gratitude.
Actually, they carry the entire planet.
Who'd have thunk?
The Universe
Yeah, Laurel, okay. Guilty.
