I satellite around him like a distant weightless moon, sucked in by the centrifical force of his powerful persona.
If he is Jupiter then I am Callisto, destined to dance in the pull of his orbit, forever locked in his embrace.
But what if I wanted to be my own diva planet, dense with nebulous ideas, heavy with milky emotions?
What if I were to become an omnipotent orb of intense attraction, one that captured lesser moons and held them close?
I need to know.
So I hang my farewell to Jupiter on the handle of The Dipper, writing these words in the dust of the cosmos:
Goodbye and good luck. I have taken the dogstar Sirius and left on a comet.
The world is yours. I’m taking the universe.