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The cold, hard numbers That our most established scientists Now conceive Whether astronomers or physicists, Leave us with no other choice than to Make peace with the fact that somebody; Something out there has Complete control over our every detail. And as Sir David F. Attenborough Would say when witnessing Some incomprehensible horror of Nature: One must let it take its course. We **** **** laugh and cherish. But do we? There is more to Earth than her worst. Perhaps we are left with the words of New Agers, hippies and Mushroom eaters in the end To describe reality at last. Or the poets. Lest we forget The ******* poets.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
The ******* Poets
The cold, hard numbers That our most established scientists Now conceive Whether astronomers or physicists, Leave us with no other choice than to Make peace with the fact that somebody; Something out there has Complete control over our every detail. And as Sir David F. Attenborough Would say when witnessing Some incomprehensible horror of Nature: One must let it take its course. We **** **** laugh and cherish. But do we? There is more to Earth than her worst. Perhaps we are left with the words of New Agers, hippies and Mushroom eaters in the end To describe reality at last. Or the poets. Lest we forget The ******* poets.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
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