….I contend space is not the final frontier, it will one day be in our rear, we’ll no longer have to peer into its depths, still won’t be able to rest, because we’ve already theoretically contemplated other dimensions, in our apprehensions to create frontiers beyond frontiers; cheers, let’s sharpen our spears, and pull what’s distant near with our travels, is it space that’s being unraveled, is that’s what’s being grappled, maybe this all started with that apple.
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The heavens beyond the heavens.
It never stops out there, because the battery that drives it is inside our heads
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