a spaceman can watch cities rise and fall, the battle cry's of man, the destruction and creation of human endeavor's by the very nature that drives us day to day. he will look upon the earth as god would but he cant do anything but witness what it would be like to sit by god as he waves his hand commanding the moon to move the seas and the stars to align by a whisper of silent wind. moving the strings that make us play war games and others to love and make new life. blessed is he to see truth, damn he to know. for he has sat by god if but for a moment to watch the world go round. but the thought that might go through his mind while watching the world go round and round, "how beautiful"