And let the man, the little man, drag the planet and its entire solar sisters below ground. Not the lightest one did he choose: From the emotional moon he carries himself, suspended-he jumps-and pours himself over this Jupiter. Let the man into the soul of the entire solar system: he's weighty with passions of the heart; he's falling with pain and finds little gain in the blue of the sky nor the stars that shine. Let him pull out the waves of his emotion..the frequency of his very demise. No Cosmic Octave.. No Ocean waves... In no way is this little man alive.