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Sweet songs of youth, the wise...the meeting of all wisdom. To believe in the good in man.... ....Once upon a time, everything that makes you, me and everything, came from he stars...Look up at the night sky, what do you see? The planets, the stars, a trillion points of light. Look into the fabric of space and time, what do we see? Possibility, indistingushable from solid and imaginary, either way, your looking...at your Universe.We live in a small corner of the universe...this is our solar system; our nieghborhood. At it's center is our star, the sun. And just 150 million kilometers away is our home...the Earth. It's an astonishing planet; the only place we know of in the whole universe where condtions are right for life. The air we breathe, rich seas and oceans; our planet...IS ALIVE. What's remarkable is...it shouldn't be. Life on Earth should't even exist...but it does."Who shines so bright in all the songs of loves unending spells.......I just am. I know nothing and know all things. The tissues that make up my brain are quantum computers,intangled in delusion, they decide how to organize eternity and all possibility into a neverending series of eternal experiences. Life folds over into death, so that life can exist once more. Forged in the heart of the stars, contemplated over the evolutionary eons, my form came to be. I am not matter, only irrigated by the fundementals. I am not energy, only a revised version of the same force. I am a form. I am an experience. One in a series of infinte and unending. I know no hell, I know no heaven. Religions are the blind and ignorance of a world terrified by thier isolation and utter lonliness. The Macroscopic and the microscopic forms of reality are now telling us something beyond our wildest dreams. Not only are we infinte in duration and form, but all forms and durations exist. There are infinite parralles to this universe, a universe 100 Billion galaxies strong...each of those entangled membranes of possibility containing hundreds of billions of worlds within them. AND this is ONLY one version of one universe; with infinite parralle possibilities. Outside this boundless, yet finite version of things, lie infinite more universes; with infinite paralles.This is the COSMOS; all there ever was, all there ever is, and all there ever will be. Eternity is the thumbprint of divine order. Within order lies the Creator; from nothing everything came to be by the will of the pantheistic conciousness. Nothing was not, so everything must be. It is a fly of fantasy that looms over "reality" in a glory that pales to any description man, alien, or any other being in all the cosmos can ever dear describe with words; for words procede language, symbols procede words. Then where could such paradoxial logic arise from? No one can truly answer that question in honesty, but all forms in all time and space are nothing more then bits and bytes of information. All things are words. The language of God. Life itself is merely codes, a language of the divine, whispering you and I into being to share with it, and all things, the experiences that life brings. Love and hate, light and dark, joy and sorrow, solitude and remark. The ancients called the creator, The Lord of The Dance; I can see why now. It was the harmony, we are a tune, I hope and pray one day all man will also see these beautiful things, and I pray it is soon! *mauh*---Christopher aka Mr.Man mspmb src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtTnG9CGV9k