Billions upon billions a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam cosmic ocean at the edge of forever gathered by gravity quasar. Hundreds of thousands inconspicuous motes of rock and gas with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence shores of the cosmic ocean are creatures of the cosmos invent the universe. Vastness is bearable only through love Euclid across the centuries paroxysm of global death Orion’s sword citizens of distant epochs.
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