Orbs, lively and infinite, always changing. They breach the bounds of simple calculation. I welcome them this sea of constant discovery. Sometimes I begin to believe that they are leading me I one direction, before they change their collective mind and redirect my path. Some find themselves consumed by these friends rather than escorted. Fear has the ability to pull us inside, seeking shelter, feeling better, but never knowing that they have become enclosed. Through transparent curving walls they observe the world flowing by in silent detachment, sentient agreement. The chains of opalescent tentacles drag the afraid along through peaceful waters. Unnecessary precautions breed unfulfilled lifetimes. I flow along with the rounded angels, accepting their grace and assistance, and asking for nothing more.