In a place much like earth.

I'm off to Jupiter!

The clipped rose.

Allow yourself to shine.

There is hope..

And the fire of light keeps burning and the truth wins in the end.

How to love it all anyway?

The fireworks were between us, thanks your car never caught on fire, or you didn't get your eye poked.

Spirals down and lands on the purple grass to the harpsicord breaking.

A better life is to some degree a matter of luck or some variables. Teck can't do that if it attempts perfection. Also physics would show this to be dangerous to try.

Try art!