The only way astronomers can discover planets thousands of light years away is to detect a shadow that passes in front of a star. The obstruction of light shows the existence of that which isn't light.
Usually the profound vastness of space makes us panic in our insignificance but maybe there is another way of looking at it. I can think of worst fates than being a defecating speck.
I could be one of those bright eyed young republicans with the straw hats we will see at the convention in 2012.
In geologic time I'm not even a whisper, not even the lips that begin to form a syllable but should I care. Does the ego exist in space? Is it a force like gravity that attempts to hold together some semblance of pride, to keep in orbit "nice clothes"
Would a lexus have the zero to sixty acceleration to drive out of a black hole?
While walking the dog late last night I looked above, I saw the twinkling, breathed in the depth.
I felt I was the something of nothing.
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