Aster la vista plant life. I hopped on my astral plane and headed for the animal kingdom. From spore to sprout was an interminable boarding process from hell. The gate agents seemed engulfed by a morass of myopic malaise. But as sure as mayonnaise is yummy enough to let us enjoy vegetables on their lonesome, I knew the opportunity would turnip soon to release my inner animal. It seemed like forever. Eons and epochs blended together before my mitotic formed the longed for aster. Or do you say meiotic. TomAto, Tamahto. But I never called the whole thing off. Even though it took further eternities before I was able to make an aster of myself; I did it. So now as I soar along on my own private astral plain I shall continue reaching for the stars.
A Scroll Threw Life 
I clicked on this just for the title, but oh, this is clever. You had me with myopic (I am nearsighted after all)malaise, but TomAto/Tamahto was the best!
Speaking of myopic, I nearly trashed your kind comment by clicking on the wrong thing. My life story. So glad you enjoyed the post and I was able to undo my clicking error. 🙂
delightful word play – yet just enough crunch to make sense of this, or am I projecting into the “ether” …
Thanks and let us all be grateful for the ether.
while it’s still an option, to be sure – cheers!