Last Universal Common Ancestor

How wonderful it is to know him, Luca.

I know we don't breathe his air, but he stays with me when I think of

my true love. Dear Luca,

my darling,

I know you know its gotten bad. And I have so much to tell you.

People don't love enough. they don't care enough. They do things in their fleeting existence akin to cockroaches in this world; it is without merit — without dignity — they exist in a framework of an utter lack of beauty.

They aren’t like you, my darling. They don’t light up the world with their radiance,

with the miracle that is their existence.

They don’t see the privilege that you do in the sun. And that’s why I love you.