Every thousand years, this metal sphere, ten times the size of Jupiter, floats just a few yards past the earth. You climb on your roof and take a swipe at it with a single feather. Hit it once every thousand years 'til you've worn it down to the size of a pea. Yeah, I'd say that's a long time, but it's only half a blink in the place you're gonna be.
Where you gonna be? Where will you spend eternity? I'm gonna be perfect from now on.
I'm gonna be perfect, starting now.
[yeah, I've started listening to Built to Spill again.]
Erik, if you can IM me on iChat, I am curious what happened today at work.
My screen name is EtanKerner
Thanks.