I’m approaching earth. The most beautiful of them all. The blue spehere. The oceans sparkle in the sunlilght like they were covered with a layer of diamonds.
I can see the molten lava pouring out of volcanoes. Like the hot red steel in the foundry. I can see a blacksmith forging tools. I can see oxen on the field. Everything is so glorious. Flags of mankind flying and fanfares echoing. Endless rows of shiny brass declaring the glory of a man. All just lie. All will change. Man will become nothing.