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When those we send back to the moons surface, those we dispatch to those lifeless planets that hang dead-boned and airless in our small corner of space; when they who reach and explore, colonize and construct, will they eventually construe what we knew all along that we who dwell on Earth are the one reason for God to exist. That God is here in the fruitful soil of this garden where eternal life has planted its heart.

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