All the states I try to escape essentially I compare power lost in despair Here's a cheesy poem about my fears morphed into conflicting parts When will I get respite? From the waves Waves Waves I love waves Not my own wavE
The light that lights the world we call the Sun: Intelligently operates the pun. The Sun of righteousness no shadow hath: His circuit through the dark's a narrow path. Within the shining Sun no darkness dwells: So too the Son, the Word the reader tells. How painful it would be by going through The Sun to die, and through the Son so too. The light of all the world, the Sun is dim Compared to the light that comes from Him.
pictures from this new telescope unveiled glimpses of an early universe in spirals clusters and clouds of colour amidst an ever-changing luminescent haze stretched across the bespeckled vastness of black; a cosmic dance of light through time and space both answering and posing countless potentials
even so it is difficult not to compare these images with what can be seen by looking through a child's kaleidoscope