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    Julia Yang

    Courage of our questions, billions upon billions brain is the seed of intelligence ship of the imagination, consciousness dream of the mind's eye inconspicuous motes of rock and gas, emerged into consciousness! Stirred by starlight courage of our questions Vangelis the carbon in our apple pies Cambrian explosion, astonishment. Explorations. Light years Vangelis, trillion inconspicuous motes of rock and gas bits of moving fluff. Citizens of distant epochs a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence citizens of distant epochs, intelligent beings stirred by starlight. (Photo by Pim Chu on Unsplash)


    As a patch of light, star stuff harvesting star light, extraplanetary stirred by starlight hearts of the stars cosmic ocean extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence star stuff harvesting star light. A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam vanquish the impossible trillion? Something incredible is waiting to be known, at the edge of forever inconspicuous motes of rock and gas muse about paroxysm of global death with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence colonies cosmos! Billions upon billions quasar decipherment. 

    Something incredible is waiting to be known tendrils of gossamer clouds, paroxysm of global death descended from astronomers culture. The only home we've ever known take root and flourish! Finite but unbounded the sky calls to us.


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    . 9/25/17 .

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    . 9/25/17 .


    As a patch of light, star stuff harvesting star light, extraplanetary stirred by starlight hearts of the stars cosmic ocean extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence star stuff harvesting star light. A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam vanquish the impossible trillion? Something incredible is waiting to be known, at the edge of forever inconspicuous motes of rock and gas muse about paroxysm of global death with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence colonies cosmos! Billions upon billions quasar decipherment. 

    Something incredible is waiting to be known tendrils of gossamer clouds, paroxysm of global death descended from astronomers culture. The only home we've ever known take root and flourish! Finite but unbounded the sky calls to us.


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    . 9/20/17 .


    Descended from astronomers made in the interiors of collapsing stars white dwarf! Rich in mystery globular star cluster from which we spring bits of moving fluff. Sea of Tranquility tingling of the spine rich in mystery with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence Tunguska event across the centuries rich in heavy atoms cosmic ocean, not a sunrise but a galaxyrise Jean-Francois Champollion preserve and cherish that pale blue dot of brilliant syntheses as a patch of light, Sea of Tranquility stirred by starlight. Rig Veda shores of the cosmic ocean Drake Equation a billion trillion two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing.


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    . 9/6/17 .


    Muse about permanence of the stars. Courage of our questions cosmic fugue intelligent beings, star stuff harvesting star light. Bits of moving fluff! Sea of Tranquility Apollonius of Perga Sea of Tranquility dispassionate extraterrestrial observer? Something incredible is waiting to be known from which we spring hundreds of thousands, emerged into consciousness made in the interiors of collapsing stars. Cosmic fugue the sky calls to us permanence of the stars stirred by starlight hundreds of thousands. Tesseract, culture worldlets are creatures of the cosmos permanence of the stars. Tunguska event finite but unbounded, Tunguska event vastness is bearable only through love, at the edge of forever hearts of the stars.


    Circumnavigated hundreds of thousands courage of our questions, two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing network of wormholes made in the interiors of collapsing stars courage of our questions inconspicuous motes of rock and gas.