the universe gave me the finger

as i was whizzing through the protoplasm of space in my shuttlecraft the other day, the stars took on a peculiar shape. perhaps it was just my angle, but i could swear the universe gave me the finger.
i distinctly recall the first time i heard certain albums- bjork's "vespertine" and nick cave's "and no more shall we part", for example. i felt like i was adrift in a beautiful, awe-inspiring space that somehow held a numbing, melancholy or a very alert lassitude, if you will. i could happily stay in that state forever. people sometimes say they could happily do a certain thing for the rest of their lives, but they rarely do the said thing, even though the choice is there. we are an odd lot.