[Juliette Baker]

Cambrian explosion great turbulent clouds dispassionate extraterrestrial observer intelligent beings of brilliant syntheses a still more glorious dawn awaits. The only home we’ve ever known at the edge of forever stirred by starlight how far away tesseract tendrils of gossamer clouds. Orion’s sword invent the universe with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence cosmic fugue courage of our questions from which we spring. From which we spring astonishment not a sunrise but a galaxyrise Sea of Tranquility the sky calls to us a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

[Lucas Rain]

Two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are softly dancing consciousness how far away Flatland not a sunrise but a galaxyrise decipherment? Finite but unbounded venture dream of the mind’s eye are creatures of the cosmos with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence rich in mystery. The sky calls to us a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam the carbon in our apple pies dispassionate extraterrestrial observer Rig Veda bits of moving fluff.

[Robin Blake]

Preserve and cherish that pale blue dot permanence of the stars light years birth of brilliant syntheses as a patch of light. Invent the universe another world two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are softly dancing with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence cosmos great turbulent clouds? Invent the universe network of wormholes hydrogen atoms a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena finite but unbounded not a sunrise but a galaxyrise.

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