#12

They would have been happy on their new rock, still believing it mattered.  Their ignorance of the one big truth would allow them to still care enough to discover all the new rock's little secrets.  They would taste the air, measuring toxins and perfumes.  They would swing metal balls on strings to test the pull and spin, they would count the new stars, they would drill into the earth and crumble the soil between their fingers.  And Alice would plant her garden.