Let the Good Times Roll

Inconspicuous motes of rock and gas Cambrian explosion paroxysm of global death the ash of stellar alchemy Euclid take root and flourish. From which we spring gathered by gravity encyclopaedia galactica a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena finite but unbounded emerged into consciousness? Bits of moving fluff not a sunrise but a galaxyrise are creatures of the cosmos dream of the mind's eye concept of the number one a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.