The universe feels the belly of the the little blue dot.
Kicks and rolls, punches abound.
Even the heart beat can be heard by the celestial bodies.
All living matter is born screaming.
Should we naught be?
The fetus knows not but one world until birth.
Are we any different?
Imagine a womb in which millions and millions of people live in thinking they are wise.
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This was my much needed lift back to ground after this weekend, thank you.
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