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Perspective

Why is there anything, anything at all? It’s a question that blanches the brain. A question that holds thinkers in thrall. And the answer is by no means plain. What are we to make of endless space With its billions of light-studded stars? Is even one inhabited by a human race? Do they know about Earth, Pluto, Mars? It’s humbling to scan the skies at night And to understand we are but a blot. It casts earthly challenges in a new light, Making us wonder what God has wrought

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Date: 11/18/2014 7:47:00 AM
- Yes, the thoughts that I share with you Paul - A great poem !! - What more is there in the endless space .... - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Paul Schneiter
Date: 11/18/2014 8:55:00 AM
I appreciate and value your thoughtful comment, Anne Lise. Supporting words from you are always a blessing. God Bless!

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