Conditional Reality

We moved to a colony on the moon. We fell in love, raised families, and grew old. In our spare time we bounced around on the moon’s surface like beach balls. Our kids often stared wistfully at the huge Earth hanging in the sky. Sometimes it filled them with such longing that it broke our hearts. We explained to them the weight of life on that world. How hard it was to live there. They understood nothing of what we said. It was all theoretical. We saw only a vast emptiness in their eyes which we avoided at all cost.

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