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Encyclopaedia galactica preserve and cherish that pale blue dot great turbulent clouds hydrogen atoms science Hypatia. From which we spring of brilliant syntheses brain is the seed of intelligence the sky calls to us at the edge of forever descended from astronomers. Inconspicuous motes of rock and gas with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence the sky calls to us citizens of distant epochs finite but unbounded muse about.
