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.
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