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 ages 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 circling the sky and flaring out.
And when it all stopped, when the spinning ended, he was filled.
Though the cart was still empty.