Rotating back and forth from one stiff hip to the other, trying to find comfort in the compacted sand and stones, he finally stopped, gave up, and stared up at the stars that spread from horizon to horizon. In a feeble attempt, with a disoriented mind, he attempted to allow himself the advantage of travel amongst the glaring stars. He went there....somehow...and in some way.
And while he looked back at his scratch in the desert and its tiny stain on the planet, he was captivated by the obvious reality of his own infinitesimal and diminutive role in all he could see.
And yet, there he was, a being taking up a piece of soil while mentally soaring through untamed stars, alone as he wished, leaving him to believe that perhaps little or no impact is the explorers quest, an unaccountable odyssey.
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