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Blowing Chunks in the Goldilocks Zone
Our precious universe is 14 billion years old, so I'm told. 14 billion years for us to evolve, to sow, to grow, to lovingly reap love like a bee harvests from a gentle face of petaled gold. A trillion gifts bestowed upon us from stardust to flesh and bone nourished by a buffet of fruit. manna and oats. Our souls given the shawl of eternal light to drift upon this beautiful blue-green home somewhere deep, so very deep in the sweet spot of the Goldilocks zone. We've become children of the wolf of infinite darkness. We've mastered the dark art of kneading homemade venom. So ungrateful, selfish, and poisoned-tongued we've become. Weaving wheat and blossoms into deceit and planet-rattling weapons of hate and oppression. Sipping lies like a moth sips the night. We've truly blown it; there's a bad powder dusting our collective soul A merciless, jagged judgment we'll soon own. We're guzzling our own venom and blowing big chunks in the Goldilocks zone//
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