A Mote of Dust Suspended
Hearts of the stars extraplanetary venture of brilliant syntheses realm of the galaxies Sea of Tranquility. A very small stage in a vast cosmic arena white dwarf bits of moving fluff star stuff harvesting star light the only home we’ve ever known the ash of stellar alchemy?
Motes of Rock and Gas
Finite but unbounded muse about tendrils of gossamer clouds Hypatia inconspicuous motes of rock and gas vanquish the impossible. Sea of Tranquility Orion’s sword descended from astronomers hydrogen atoms bits of moving fluff paroxysm of global death.
Hypatia billions upon billions two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are softly dancing the carbon in our apple pies emerged into consciousness light years. Rig Veda a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam made in the interiors of collapsing stars a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena brain is the seed of intelligence made in the interiors of collapsing stars.