What are you doing?
“What are you doing?”
“That won’t take you long.”
“There is more to count than you think.”
“More nothing than I think?”
“Oh, yes. Much more.”
“How can that be?”
“I have to count the space between the stars. I have to count the injustices in the world. I have to count the hunger of the starving. I have to count the friends of the lonely.”
There is a silence.
“But most of all, I must count your assumptions; the truths you think you know.”
There is more silence.
Unheralded, high above, the stars begin to move further apart.