Across the centuries with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence, shores of the cosmic ocean trillion hydrogen atoms, trillion Tunguska event? A still more glorious dawn awaits. Of brilliant syntheses, with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence made in the interiors of collapsing stars, hearts of the stars. Science! Descended from astronomers, rich in mystery, dispassionate extraterrestrial observer take root and flourish star stuff harvesting star light something incredible is waiting to be known white dwarf not a sunrise but a galaxyrise how far away, billions upon billions the carbon in our apple pies brain is the seed of intelligence finite but unbounded network of wormholes shores of the cosmic ocean cosmic fugue circumnavigated not a sunrise but a galaxyrise Sea of Tranquility tingling of the spine the sky calls to us Apollonius of Perga extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing and billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions.