> On the cosmic scale of things we're bacteria in a puddle somewhere in the
> shadow of a litter-bin in an abandoned bus-station in the middle of nowhere.
>
> And the pinnacle of creation too, I mean, one must have perspective.
Dear David,
On the cosmic scale of things they're not doing anything except imploding,
exploding, and taking an awful long time about it. In our puddle we get very
excited about poetry. We're very very tiny but in comparison our lives are
pretty varied. Stars may be bigger than us, but they've yet to compose a
sonnet. Anyway, aren't we sons and daughters of stars, built from their
fragments?
Jackie
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