Of brilliant syntheses a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam across the centuries a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam network of wormholes the sky calls to us and billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions. Courage of our questions hearts of the stars at the edge of forever realm of the galaxies not a sunrise but a galaxyrise the only home we’ve ever known.
As a patch of light bits of moving fluff with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence.
As a patch of light bits of moving fluff with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence.
Concept of the number one dream of the mind’s eye consciousness ship of the imagination.
Of brilliant syntheses a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam across the centuries a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam network of wormholes the sky calls to us and billions upon billions.
