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cosmic dust.. blowing in the wind that's what we are. remains and debris of impacted rock that clutters and piles meaningless and purposeless. just until the moment of gravity or some god-like force accumulates the lifeless rock and dust into larger objects of mass. what is formed is just a glimmer, a speck in the whole universe. a tiny cog in a gigantic network of gadgets and machines. that is us... and then Jobs told us to go make a dent in it all… go and make your mark… and follow your heart
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
cosmic dust
cosmic dust.. blowing in the wind that's what we are. remains and debris of impacted rock that clutters and piles meaningless and purposeless. just until the moment of gravity or some god-like force accumulates the lifeless rock and dust into larger objects of mass. what is formed is just a glimmer, a speck in the whole universe. a tiny cog in a gigantic network of gadgets and machines. that is us... and then Jobs told us to go make a dent in it all… go and make your mark… and follow your heart
im just wandering and wondering
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
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