Okay, I have been floating in outer space, and life has slowly dribbled out into the world of time and space that does not belong to our gentle hands. It has been brutally wrenched away from us by the sinewy, thick arms of a greater being, thrust into another galaxy, pushed, meandering slowly away from us as though ripped from an enormous hand, and then, without help it travels on its own like a bit of flotsom, flotsom in the sea, and we humans begin crying . . . it will not come back.