the sky is just too big for us alone - too big for our ambitions, our struggles, our greed - too big to love, or hate, or hope or touch or whisper to gently - the sky is just too big for us alone

and isn't it a wonderful thing that the sky is too big? imagine if it were small. imagine we reached every corner. competing, boxed-in, claustrophobic, not enough. instead we feel alive - under a wide and open vastness so infinite, so boundless, that we may hope to be carefree.