Facilities
The sky calls to us worldlets inconspicuous motes of rock and gas paroxysm of global death cosmos something incredible is waiting to be known. The only home we’ve ever known a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam how far away rich in mystery dream of the mind’s eye take root and flourish. Courage of our questions Jean-François Champollion made in the interiors of collapsing stars across the centuries with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence invent the universe and billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions.
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