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If we Stepped back far enough, I bet we could Fit the Earth In the far corners of our hand. If we measured The heavens just right, And picked out the exact Magnitudes, I bet you We could do it. Because I know. Whether we know it or not The distance between Our hearts And the very center Of the universe Isn't all that far. We just Have to find the right Measuring tool for it, And no, The telescopes, It won't do this time. The galaxy we are shooting for, It exists only On the pinpricks of our fingers. Its standard unit Is that of closeness and Of vast quiet. I'll show you. On the count of three, I want us both to close our eyes And whisper. 1... 2... 3. See there? There is home. And you hold it In my palms.
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
A Pickup Line for a Budding Astronomer
If we Stepped back far enough, I bet we could Fit the Earth In the far corners of our hand. If we measured The heavens just right, And picked out the exact Magnitudes, I bet you We could do it. Because I know. Whether we know it or not The distance between Our hearts And the very center Of the universe Isn't all that far. We just Have to find the right Measuring tool for it, And no, The telescopes, It won't do this time. The galaxy we are shooting for, It exists only On the pinpricks of our fingers. Its standard unit Is that of closeness and Of vast quiet. I'll show you. On the count of three, I want us both to close our eyes And whisper. 1... 2... 3. See there? There is home. And you hold it In my palms.
Hopefully to be one day performed.
jedd-ong
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
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