Sat in my backgarden, spliff in my hand, I think of the meaning of life. I wonder if science is true and we are here just by some good hand dealt by the cosmic game of poker; and if i believe this then suddenly i question the point of laws and rules that make up soiciety. I see around me a scene of darkness broken only by the stars above and a patch of road about 10 metres long below me, highlighted by street lights. All around i see fields and the darkness of the universe. I imagine that the highlighted road, this one patch of man; represents our small grip within the infinity of space.
