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The Mud Hut stood beneath stars worth gazing at in the hours after midnight. “This expanse, is it not our expanse?” “And if this expanse is our expanse why is so much of what we do cluttered with the infinitesimal of trivia and reduced down to the iterative function?”
“One day the Earth will be knocked out of its orbit and fly free into the dark center to be captured by another Sun. Only a few will survive the ordeal. They will know what to do when they see, for the first time, the new sun rise onto the new earth turning.”
“It’s not that the stars fall but that the earth rushes past its new environment with incredible speed.”
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