I. Galaxies condense into tiny gems over unimaginable distances.
II. No thought, no life, nothing but the starts in this vast emptiness.
III. We see supernova light-years too late, when their glorious deaths reach us.
IV Someday people will sleep frozen in time for centuries, waiting for their next world.
V. Is there anyone, out there? We're lonely and arrogant. Please talk to us.
VI. Gray creatures with wide eyes, flying saucers, light in the sky, feared and loved.
VII. Motes of dust, swirling color: a beautiful and cruel universe.
VIII. We are all star stuff, in our molecules and in our hearts.
IX. Our solar system limits us, yet we dream of farther suns, for wanderlust is in our blood.
X. T-minus zero. The rocket leaps in a plume of smoke.
XI. Water is life. Goldilocks, where are you? Is anywhere just right?
XII. Somewhere out there dead probes drift, waiting to be found.
XIII. Space is infinite. Welcome to the eternal frontier.
By Sophia Limacher
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