It wasn’t always so easy. There used to be an anger in him. An emptiness that nothing could fill … nothing material anyway.
He fell through time and space, and into a kind of dream. And it seemed as though an age passed him by, the stars streaming through the sky as though he watched them in time lapse photography. A billion billion tiny wisps of light that reminded him of Carl Sagan’s wonder at the universe.
And when it all stopped, when the spinning ended, he was filled.
Though the cart was still empty.