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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the cosmic dance, where stars collide, Galaxies spiral, and planets ride. Saturn’s rings shimmer, Jupiter’s dim, Moons circle round, a celestial hymn. From quasars’ crescendo to pulsars’ beat Cycles in cycles take form and retreat Superstrings vibrate, harmonies entwine, From dust comes life, Is there a design? Supernovae explode, Notes of awe, Dust fields condense To a nebula claw. Mass bends space Took Einstein to learn But space guides mass Both take their turn. From quarks to quasars, Our scale in between, We know we exist, but what does it mean? Personality traits combine to make you Like notes combine to make melodies ring true. Can you hold the tune through the rise and fall? Through the noise and the smoke, can you stand tall? This poem you read now, complex inside your brain simultaneous patterns a disciplined flame. Minds model dynamics, Our neurons fire, a strange attractor assembling a choir. Our genes express patterns, recursively repeat Make diagnostic music, a remarkable feat if cancer lurks, the music hits a false chord, And tunes affect gene expression, a joke by the Lord. Between order and chaos, Our thoughts arise Each man a universe Don't waste the lives. Will the universe end, entropy reign, Shall all come to naught, in silence remain? A stacked game, no way to win Nothing left, no judge of virtue or sin? When all flattens out, was it worth all the scheming? Was sound at the end more important than meaning? Maybe all you can do, before that final hush, is take life in both hands, don't think too much, feel the rush.
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