You see, time is an ocean, not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud.
John Dies at the EndThe weight of absence is as much a feature of any library as the constriction of order and space.
The Library at NightLight of star gives light on space. Light of God gives birth to all stars.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient AstronautSailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.
Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in SpacePhysical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time
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