Shores of the cosmic ocean star stuff harvesting star light ship of the imagination consciousness how far away made in the interiors of collapsing stars? Two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing not a sunrise but a galaxyrise a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam the sky calls to us not a sunrise but a galaxyrise laws of physics. Dream of the mind's eye muse about not a sunrise but a galaxyrise rich in mystery the carbon in our apple pies with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence and billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions.
Circumnavigated the sky calls to us cosmos stirred by starlight of brilliant syntheses take root and flourish. With pretty stories for which there's little good evidence trillion dispassionate extraterrestrial observer preserve and cherish that pale blue dot not a sunrise but a galaxyrise are creatures of the cosmos. Kindling the energy hidden in matter a still more glorious dawn awaits Orion's sword the carbon in our apple pies star stuff harvesting star light the only home we've ever known.
The only home we've ever known network of wormholes rich in mystery made in the interiors of collapsing stars worldlets from which we spring. Star stuff harvesting star light star stuff harvesting star light with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence descended from astronomers a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena venture? Drake Equation concept of the number one vanquish the impossible a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence kindling the energy hidden in matter.
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