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12″ x 16″ Watercolor, Ink

Some nights I travel to Jupiter. Bypassing the distance at the speed of thought, I meditate over the colossus, pondering the infinite cyclone as I am compelled deeper. For a lifetime, the visage confounds me. So I spend my subsequent lifetimes narrowing on the aspects that are easiest to acknowledge, such as the vastness between my imagined self and where the atmosphere begins. Descending not so fast as my arrival. Counting the years as they pass uncolored by experience, emotion, or substance, all that remains of thought is the obsessive measuring of how much nothing I encounter one body length at a time until suddenly all I see is Jupiter in every direction but up. My downward journey to this point has strengthened my understanding and appreciation for limitless proportions. Enveloped, overwhelmed in the magnitude of the colossus’s magnetosphere, welcomed nonetheless in its hazard.