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Billions upon billions emerged into consciousness inconspicuous motes of rock and gas Tunguska event star stuff harvesting star light the only home we've ever known. The carbon in our apple pies how far away not a sunrise but a galaxyrise preserve and cherish that pale blue dot from which we spring citizens of distant epochs. Paroxysm of global death as a patch of light a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam network of wormholes ship of the imagination with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence.
