“If the sky was so perfect, why was the earth all wrong”

“I stood up to take some air outside. The stars were brilliant that night, and the cicadas were crying in endless song. If the sky was so perfect, why was the earth all wrong?”

“The essential thing is to etch movements in the sky, movements so still they leave no trace. The essential thing is simplicity. / That is why the long path to perfection is horizontal.”

“The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform gray. On days like this the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.”

“How can it feel so perfect with someone one second, but then the next second everything’s suddenly all wrong?”

“Ok then do you have any further questions before you head back, like the meaning of life, why the sky is blue, and so on?”“Sure. Why on Earth did you give my sis a set of wings?”