Space is nice. I like space. But space is dangerous, and so is here. Here is where we stay. Space is where we don't stay. We don't stay in space because it hurts us. But why do we stay here, then? Here hurts us, too. Here has people who are so harsh they drive other people to death. And that isn't good, space doesn't do that. Space is calm and pretty, somewhere not like here. But here is still our home. And space is not. I don't like that space is not our home. We should go to space. And we have. We know very little about space, though. We only know about our place in space. Here is in space, but here is not like space. Here has air and life. But who's to say space doesn't have air and life? Well, a lot of people. But I'm not like a lot of people. I think space is nice. I think space should be explored. I think a lot of things are in space that aren't here. I think I want to see the edge of space. I think I want to see what's beyond the edge of space. Maybe that's why I like space so much. Space seems endless. Space has to have edges though. And I wonder what's beyond space. Oh well, I guess I'll never know. That's alright. I still like space. I always will.