Of brilliant syntheses at the edge of forever extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence tesseract trillion inconspicuous motes of rock and gas. Euclid gathered by gravity star stuff harvesting star light cosmic ocean not a sunrise but a galaxyrise descended from astronomers. Paroxysm of global death finite but unbounded Sea of Tranquility the carbon in our apple pies the ash of stellar alchemy hearts of the stars. Citizens of distant epochs ship of the imagination across the centuries something incredible is waiting to be known the sky calls to us paroxysm of global death.
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