Not a creative world

It’s good to be back.. I suppose I never left really, but it’s good to be back in my mind. That earth experience was… odd, very odd. What a strange planet, everything is difficult. Everything wants to eat something else.

If the wildlife doesn’t get you, then accidents, disease and bad luck will each have a go. There’s nowhere to hide. You are never safe.

And what about the locals? You can’t even trust your own tribe! It’s unbelievable how quickly they turn on you if you have something that they want.

One of the funniest things about the tribe I belonged to, humanity, was that they believed only in the little physical ball that they were living upon. They could not grasp the concept of the infinite with its endless possibilities and strange permutations.

They only had to look up to see that they were in an infinite existence but no, they were too busy chasing something that they imagined would make them happy. Their outer hunger for inner happiness is actually hilarious when you get back and look at it.

Now is there another planet that I might like to visit for a while? I certainly won’t go back to that mental asylum.