Made of Stars (and Poetry?)

A long time ago, the first stars - and those that followed - ended their lives in tremendously energetic explosions, creating every single piece of what we are made of, and ultimately leading to you reading this.

Thursday, 13 March 2008

The Observer

Destined to watch and observe. Knowing every single detail of the earth and the heavens, but always forbidden to intervene. Only watch he could. Passively, hidden. And, once in a while, full of the deepest fury.
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