If the earth was considered, this rock, all the children, and their dreams, how life can happen, the probability, both lunar and solar eclipse, then if the future extends, the heavens and the stars, they measure and weigh, so many will probably go to space, explore the stars, science, their own truth, the intergalactic federation, a big room or the lower decks, commanders, engineers, or technicians, somewhere they can all fit, history is a deep pit, breathing in, caressing the line of it, depending on your sin and your burden, but why deny it, of course, so much good exists, what floats and what sinks, cheers, here’s hoping, so many dreams, what you’re looking for, I hope you find it…


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