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"interstellar" poems
mirrored fly-glass and polished chrome are tinted in the blood orange dawn running dogs of lummi hush quiet on this celestial summer morn clubman bars and tan saddles strapped to the lowered hind skull caps and fitted chaps for the open flow and rich peripheral scene concessions at the peace arch (from the blue-coat fuzz) black ***** and maples cake the bow hill and chuckanut choppers launch at edison (with their metal fleck and tuft) a half moon rises on the concho and interstellar cross cinnamon gulls and ravens scour the netted docks warlock driftwood and row homes spot the winding coastal roads rumbling sounds at the packer slew ~ with the redolence of briny bay alive on the overlook at fairhaven
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
The Indian Chief & Road King
Lying embedded in velvet gloom and night, You and I are gazing up the northern hemisphere. Within the sea of darkness is the stars' stained light. Hidden inside the fabric of interstellar space, Might be a kind of universal truth That answers all the questions of human race. Sensing the pull of the universe I feel like we're lost between the infinite vastness That none of us could ever dream to traverse. Suddenly you get up on your knees - Head in the sky and feet on the ground. “Perhaps the stars only made us feel lost, because we both wanted to be found.”
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
Interstellar truth
Imagine making love amongst the stars with the Milky Way for our bed while the galaxy watch. As the planets orbits around us our ****** would be like that of a supernova creating our own constellation. Interstellar lovers traveling the cosmos on a cloud of star dust. With the rings of Saturn I thee wed making you the queen of my universe Written by Keith Edward Baucum
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
The Milky Way
the steady rise and fall of your breath like the moon's interstellar path
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC
solar-respiratory sytem
• will you take me into your space...•cradle me upon       the sultry limbs      of your        nebulous grace•the expansive arms of the universe, where            peaceful slumber awaits•your poetry    laden comets, bore      abundant love, all towed     in freights• gingerly drinking in the depth of your face•seemingly blindfolded, i'll tread each dark  crater•my head in a swirl        of your  majestic         trace• where        I would stumble         upon V              a love ever so...             V /     |    |   || \ (                              ) (   INTERSTELLAR   ) (                                    )
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Interstellar
Take me to your leader Let me be your probe Love me, **** me, Bleed me, Burn Me Have and to hold Wedded Interstellar Transcending god through *********** Outer space bliss Green as the sea through ************ Galaxies kiss Give birth beautiful star We will meet our end
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Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 5:26 AM UTC
Alien Love Destruction
Goodnight stars Goodnight summer Goodnight interstellar glimmer Goodnight auroras, forever dancing Goodnight to all the treetop prancing Goodnight Hailey, racing comet Goodnight to whom I write my sonnet Goodnight crickets Goodnight moon Goodnight to you all, I'll see you soon
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Night Lover's Lullaby
We were interstellar travellers, children so interested in creating our infinite microcosmic civilizations, that we missed it. I saw it, briefly, once, at night. We jumped from rock to rock in the grand pond of the universe, swam between asteroid reefs and through the turbulent vents that were black holes. We lived everywhere, nowhere, all at once and for an eternity at the fringes of galaxies, and their centres (having burrowed through the thick skins of dying suns). We built, advanced, explored, warred, and coexisted. We knew everything. We thought. We knew everything, we thought. It began as a small blip, an electromagnetic pulse at the beginning of time which meta- imposed itself into the rest of time: a god, or something of the sort, it grew and shrank, and grew and shrank; a heartbeat-- life. Death. It ended as a small blip, an electromagnetic pulse at the end of time which meta- imposed itself into the rest of time: a god, or something of the sort, it grew and shrank, and grew and shrank; a heartbeat-- life. Death. From the former to the latter, it sparked creation and destruction and advancement and setback and belief and theory and one and none. I saw it, briefly, once, at night.
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Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 5:31 PM UTC
Beginning and End
*Milky way around me stars, sun, planets, the moon interstellar, interplanetary orbits, i commune The heavens surround me galaxies, constellations, nebulae across my cosmic journey for revolutions i'll stay The cosmos envelope me dark stars, black holes, supernova flames in my tail I see celestial brightness of my strata Heavenly bodies you and me falling star, giant star, dwarf star my love is quasar-like energy a bolide of us is not far Astronomical intensity alpha centauri,sirius, achernar encompasses their enormity unlike pulsars, we are shooting stars*
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:19 AM UTC
In the Sky with Diamonds
once in my sanctuary it came in a loud gallop followed by a wallop my sorrowful lumbar detaching the fear of a clumsy blunder shifted away from the law of physics   an emptied vessel unmoved like a sealed vacuum certain a final curtain pin drop in code of silence light time alliances whooshing me into ethereal plains a sublime hemisphere of infinitesimal space, time an indescribable beyond gentle breezes feathery light teases soon a star-gazing eyes darted through a zero gravity galaxy of an endless empyrean expanse a’turnin spherical sight orange white stripes rosely red spot churning roiling clouds speckled dusty rings what beauteous it shrouds why am I here a knowing voice appeared melodically close but I can only behold afar of an ethereally existential interstellar manifold questioning mind told of convoluted ways as seen and heard the rhymes and seasons but for one and the only reason mankind's whisper'd words entrance to the portal as did my dawned immortal   met a peaceful assembly I lay in days, this rapturous gifts what divine effulgence of a truly cosmic lift
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Astral-Ordinary
The farthest man made object in space, Voyager 1, is over 20 billion km away from Earth. On board is a phonograph record, brilliant gold, containing sounds and images of what life is like on earth, A message to whoever is able to listen, a literal shot in the dark. On it is an inscription that is perhaps the most beautiful sentence I have ever read TO THE MAKERS OF MUSIC ALL TIMES ALL WORLDS a time capsule, a gift, from us To anywhere and everywhere A hundred years from now or a thousand Our belief that no matter what time Or world you belong to, melody and harmony and rhythm, can bring us together, can communicate. On the cover Are figures, explaining how to operate this record Hieroglyphics from what by then Would be ancient history Messages in binary, the 1s and 0s Our position in the universe marked by our distances from gigantic pulsars, the star map to our home, the creators of this message There's beauty in this marriage of math and art Code and music As a way to communicate with the universe. Some of the images on the record are the most beautifully simple ones, Of us, humans, drinking and eating, laughing, of animals, nature, food and architecture. Then there are images of our scientific observations, mathematical calculations, our discoveries, Like a child showing off Look, look what I can do! Black and white and in colour, Pictures, proof that we, indeed have lived and achieved. The music, classical, our very best from Bach and Mozart to Blind Willie Johnson's Dark was the Night. But all of this can only matter, can come to fruition if someone exists to receive it, and is evolved enough to comprehend what it means. But that's the thing, everybody knows, That's there's a slim chance of this record ever being heard, and it's much more possible that the Voyager will simply end up as floating debris in the cosmos, but it doesn't matter! We just want someone to know that there was a species of bipedal, intelligent animals on this blue planet, no different than finding graffiti in alleys that read I WAS HERE. WE WERE HERE, WE EXISTED. And it's all about that hope, the hope that someone will see us, our pictures, listen to our languages, our greetings, our music, and remember us, even after we're long gone. Or perhaps we will one day be interstellar space faring people as well, following the path of the Voyager, doing what we do best, Explore.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
Space graffiti
The farthest man made object in space, Voyager 1, is over 20 billion km away from Earth. On board is a phonograph record, brilliant gold, containing sounds and images of what life is like on earth, A message to whoever is able to listen, a literal shot in the dark. On it is an inscription that is perhaps the most beautiful sentence I have ever read TO THE MAKERS OF MUSIC ALL TIMES ALL WORLDS a time capsule, a gift, from us To anywhere and everywhere A hundred years from now or a thousand Our belief that no matter what time Or world you belong to, melody and harmony and rhythm, can bring us together, can communicate. On the cover Are figures, explaining how to operate this record Hieroglyphics from what by then Would be ancient history Messages in binary, the 1s and 0s Our position in the universe marked by our distances from gigantic pulsars, the star map to our home, the creators of this message There's beauty in this marriage of math and art Code and music As a way to communicate with the universe. Some of the images on the record are the most beautifully simple ones, Of us, humans, drinking and eating, laughing, of animals, nature, food and architecture. Then there are images of our scientific observations, mathematical calculations, our discoveries, Like a child showing off Look, look what I can do! Black and white and in colour, Pictures, proof that we, indeed have lived and achieved. The music, classical, our very best from Bach and Mozart to Blind Willie Johnson's Dark was the Night. But all of this can only matter, can come to fruition if someone exists to receive it, and is evolved enough to comprehend what it means. But that's the thing, everybody knows, That's there's a slim chance of this record ever being heard, and it's much more possible that the Voyager will simply end up as floating debris in the cosmos, but it doesn't matter! We just want someone to know that there was a species of bipedal, intelligent animals on this blue planet, no different than finding graffiti in alleys that read I WAS HERE. WE WERE HERE, WE EXISTED. And it's all about that hope, the hope that someone will see us, our pictures, listen to our languages, our greetings, our music, and remember us, even after we're long gone. Or perhaps we will one day be interstellar space faring people as well, following the path of the Voyager, doing what we do best, Explore.
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In your eyes shines universe in the shape of your face. The stars whisper verses of unconditional love. Light of the moon emanates with your heart. Sun burns oath of immortality on my skin. Planets dance to the music of our souls. Even the black hole discovered the essence of love. Stardust wraps our bodies and souls. Meteorites juggle in space of desire to hit ecstasy of fated land. Interstellar space is filled with love of devotion. Electromagnetism guards intimacy of our bodies. Gravity is jealous about force of our feelings. Strong impact rising between us. Space-time continuum is richer in our kisses. All forms of matter and energy count light years of love head over heels. Our love was born in the Big Bang's peculiarity, existes since the dawn of time. Atoms formed union of our beings. Star agglomerated in galaxies of fascination and fulfillment. Supernova of our passion is new kind of cosmic explosion. The shock wave propagates even in the toes and feet. We transformed in pure energy. Expansion of our love accelerates. Existence has become a paradise on earth, cosmic catharsis. Love is bliss of *********** with you. Drink a love potion to the bottom of romanticism. You will raise where I am. In you I found the multiverse.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
Cosmic love
Thinking that maybe there is music on planets other than our own With different tones that we just can’t seem to hone And instruments like triple necked trombones made of recycled robotic bones Rockstar aliens playing in bands and doing gigs on planets in neighbouring zones A gigantic galactic space tour to call their own and silver and chrome skyscraper cities to rock and roam
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Interstellar Spacetour
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about— Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings. On snow and sand and turn, I see Where Love has left a printed trace With straining in the world’s embrace. And such is Love and glad to be But Thought has shaken his ankles free. Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom And sits in Sirius’ disc all night, Till day makes him retrace his flight With smell of burning on every plume, Back past the sun to an earthly room. His gains in heaven are what they are. Yet some say Love by being thrall And simply staying possesses all In several beauty that Thought fares far To find fused in another star.
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Bond And Free
JEALOUS Poem lyrics dedicated to Karkjinbba in memory of pjc-rkrdd interstellar Traveler on another mission. ~~~~~~ 'm jealous of the rain That falls upon your skin It's closer than my hands have been I'm jealous of the rain worshipping in ground as you may walk on splattering all down I'm Jealous of the waves at sea that rock your boat with her not me spilling out on you our old wine reserved for us to spill on each others unintended wounds I'm jealous of the wind That ripples through your clothes; the exotic perfume aromas you bought for me alone but now she wears. along with my diamond heart ring. I'm Jealous of the way she combes her hair each night looking in our ancient mirrored vanity desk While you looking at her moon light to guide may you look at me my stary constellation sky high glide   I am jealous of the tennis rocket you swing to her meant to swing back to me Darling; it's closer than your shadow left behind to comfort me. Oh, I'm jealous of the air you breathe in the same room, with her alone  dancing to songs and tunes meant for us two alone on your master lovely bedroom; moving dancing rdd/bba style! Still I wish you the best all this world could give Love of my life. I wouldn't sacrifice my love and life for you again though; instead, I would, earn your love, right back forgive me sweet love divine elite great among great, peace be with you As I told you when you left In every lifetime for another girl, you leave me all I wanted was an airline ticket to fly to you in Carol Lumbard's skin Dear runner mine poverty was my foe I couldn't chase. but I always thought you'd come back, or even pick me up on your limousine for a joyful ecstacy filled ride! Telling me all you found without me was heartbreak and misery! Because darling that's all I found without you. It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way You're h a p p y without meeee. I'm jealous of the nights That I don't spend with you watching the billion stars from our bedroom bed with your patpapa Aquarius and my Aries telescope. I'm wondering who you lay next to! Oh, I'm jealous of those sacred nights. I'm jealous of the love your love that was all mine gone for someone else to share. I'm jealous of the love cause I wished you too the very best all this world could give. ~~~~~~~ For Karijinbba By: Kear and Natalie Hemby. 06-11-2020 Copy Rights.
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
Jealousy's Labyrinth
JEALOUS Poem lyrics dedicated to Karkjinbba in memory of pjc-rkrdd interstellar Traveler on another mission. ~~~~~~ 'm jealous of the rain That falls upon your skin It's closer than my hands have been I'm jealous of the rain worshipping in ground as you may walk on splattering all down I'm Jealous of the waves at sea that rock your boat with her not me spilling out on you our old wine reserved for us to spill on each others unintended wounds I'm jealous of the wind That ripples through your clothes; the exotic perfume aromas you bought for me alone but now she wears. along with my diamond heart ring. I'm Jealous of the way she combes her hair each night looking in our ancient mirrored vanity desk While you looking at her moon light to guide may you look at me my stary constellation sky high glide   I am jealous of the tennis rocket you swing to her meant to swing back to me Darling; it's closer than your shadow left behind to comfort me. Oh, I'm jealous of the air you breathe in the same room, with her alone  dancing to songs and tunes meant for us two alone on your master lovely bedroom; moving dancing rdd/bba style! Still I wish you the best all this world could give Love of my life. I wouldn't sacrifice my love and life for you again though; instead, I would, earn your love, right back forgive me sweet love divine elite great among great, peace be with you As I told you when you left In every lifetime for another girl, you leave me all I wanted was an airline ticket to fly to you in Carol Lumbard's skin Dear runner mine poverty was my foe I couldn't chase. but I always thought you'd come back, or even pick me up on your limousine for a joyful ecstacy filled ride! Telling me all you found without me was heartbreak and misery! Because darling that's all I found without you. It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way You're h a p p y without meeee. I'm jealous of the nights That I don't spend with you watching the billion stars from our bedroom bed with your patpapa Aquarius and my Aries telescope. I'm wondering who you lay next to! Oh, I'm jealous of those sacred nights. I'm jealous of the love your love that was all mine gone for someone else to share. I'm jealous of the love cause I wished you too the very best all this world could give. ~~~~~~~ For Karijinbba By: Kear and Natalie Hemby. 06-11-2020 Copy Rights.
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I am not the black sheep I am not the odd duck I am not the rebel child I am not the prodigal daughter Who am I then? Well...that's a complicated question I am not your archetypes or storylines I am not your bad decisions or projections, your should-s I am I am what I will be I am the technicolor, intergalactic unicorn I am the pearlescent being of divine light I am the Angel of Death of Dead Tradition I am the she-Moses getting out of a desert of lies I am I am what I will be Today, I am choosing today, I am choosing to create me in lieu of inheriting "me" Choosing well choosing better Choosing wiser choosing more joyfully Today, I am the randy interstellar unicorn blazing a neon rainbow trail forward
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Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
Choosing the Technicolor Unicorn
You look at me as if I have galaxies in my eyes with planets revolving around my body and sunshine on my breath out of the billions of stars in the sky you are my sun I fell for an astronaut ready to float through the space in my mind I inhale your words and exhale star dust forming the galaxies for you to travel I am your space cadet, my major interstellar teach me to love the cosmos as much as you do because I still have trouble loving the constellations you see in me
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Trainee Space Explorer
Every cell in my body trembles with anticipation as the curandero croons ayy ooo wah hee…. ….time to come and see me… as my stomach settles from the purge of the exlixir of the vine of the soul I have dared myself to drink as my limbs begin to vibrate as I am seized by the hair lifted right up off the ground in the arms of great angels who look like alien jaguar dancers with huge luminescent eyes and funny hats who live in the emerald jungle where the concoction I took grows entwined with my desperate hope that this isn’t a scam that there really is another world or maybe galaxies too but then I realize I’m so far away from home I know I’ll never get back because I see him up ahead it’s God with his hair gloriously ablaze sitting on a grand throne at the end of a great stone road like the Roman’s Appian Way suspended in pulsing interstellar space and there is a line of people stretching for light years all hoping for a sustainable miracle all holding tickets to see him and each one walks up to him heads bowed and he caresses their hair and he says I love you but really, I just work here.
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
Ayahuasca
Dragged out screaming, senseless from the hallows of martyrdom My father's mother's wayward brother Baptized in propaganda and searing lead Kamikaze death machine to paranoia fever dream A noble experiment in utter catastrophe Half measure, interstellar tourniquet Stem the free flow of blood like inconvenient statistical evidence Dripping down born-again ****** America's chin Vector-like, everything explodes outwards And on trajectories like these only friction is holy Murphy's law in ecstatic altercation A furious life lived under an anachronistic magnifying glass Truly the only thing worth decaying for
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Friction
My dreams are an interstellar spaceship (gotta admit, that's pretty hip). I close my eyes and they take me far beyond the reaches of the farthest star. There I sit and ponder all the cosmic wonder of life, love, luck and chance, and all sorts of circumstance. I look to the stars and see hopes of life in natural beauty. Every path a new possibility, my wishes come near reality. I look to the dark and see my fears pooling in abyssal sea. Undisturbed, they're left alone, for by my hopes, they are outshone. To me alone belongs this view, but my dreams were built for two. Alone, I feel the cold, long for you to hold. Come with me, I'll let you see all the universe in majesty. My dreams are an interstellar spaceship. Won't you join me on this trip?
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
My dreams are an interstellar spaceship
Consider a dandelion Consider a mountain peak Consider the ripples from a single drop or beat Consider a star explosion Consider space and blackhole son Consider even suns and moons are satellites of a greater U vision To father is to reach a view that stretches far beyond What you ever thought you could ever do The highest bell rung To father is to find what's true fill the gap and know what is out of ones control too To father is to make a splash and as you fade to the depths unknown grave the waves you made are all that's left to carry on infinitely To father is to be okay burning up yourself as you light the way holding glass minerals gas and stone without knowing exactly how or where the spinning turned a house to a home Just knowing that when you reach the top or your mass collapse drops it could break the very world you create and devistate the very plans woven to levitate SEW Fathers Mediate the space between The waves and dreams Winds and streams Pulling your seeds apart Stack mass and cash to pay attention to their heART Spinning webs of redemption Stitching wounds building arks So as I grasp the view of the present bestowed and I shiver in the vast unknown but no matter beating rain or interstellar hurricane The futures big enough for my echo to be heard again and again.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
Gravity of Fatherhood
When things were going great we'd eat transcendental dinners, we'd take livers in rainbow saucers and ladle them in tartar sauce until our mouths were full of salt, sometimes we'd go to Thai China and make interstellar fighters out of the wise guts of cream-colored Starships. But the nights when we went to Burger King were the greatest, we'd have simple dinners: 99 cent burgers and fries like elephant ears, we'd sit in our booth in the corner, you farting ketchup out of like twenty packets into a red **** pile, and I farted like twenty farts out of my *** but I like simple things; they are natural even if they don't sound that way.
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Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
Transcendentalism.
Embedded in ancient myths, each moment of life one lives is out and out mysterious . In the firmament at night, every star that is winking at you is a memory refracted to interstellar depths by laden layers of light years. Swimming in this lake of kaleidoscopic dreams I encounter fish with every countenance, imaginable; wishes all, from lives past, far and near, some even aberrations from future Sometimes during such underwater explorations, I see myself flying above numerous planets, dressed in transparent dark nights or moonbeams spun from wishful dreams. In one of those trips to the present,defying laws, I see you, sitting there frozen in time, like a work chiseled in  alabaster all smiles,among your deer friends all lovely does! In a flash, magic carpet of time flies back I remember you, our encounter unforgettable! The wily tiger, in the guise of a lover, you were getting closer to the deer, pure at heart so naive to the guiles of the forest. As you were about to spring at her Your eyes, met her steady tranquil gaze, that spoke of love and compassion, infinite. Remember,you froze, as if by a spell, struck by the force of  nonviolence. You are still there, even after avalanches of million dense memories, a tiger, all killer instincts frozen, still trusted among the deer, your dear ones. Now I can see your eyes zooming around for the mystery to be revealed; meeting that ancient deer again, for final resolution.
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
You and I are part of a mysterious whole!