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Anonymous
Contemplating the immensity and foreign-ness of the universe always makes me go "wow." Something as immense and alien as that star, burning itself out in the black like a lighthouse for eons, and I'm a relatively tiny lump of matter stuck together for a few moments that can actually look at it and, amazingly, be conscious of it. As majestic and terrifying as that star is when I look on it, is any of that reverence possible without a mind looking at it? It may be pointless to think so, it may be foolish, too, but it makes me feel lucky. Then I think how one day I will die, and how I probably wont be aware of stars or a mind or reverence, and I am sad. Maybe no one will ever look at it again exactly as I did.
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