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How many universes are there? Few? Several? Many? What is the exact number? Nobody knows, but one is the safe answer. The cosmos is a large and mysterious place, Filled with untold and undiscovered elements,
grow, feel and unite a distant voice calls me there the will to survive
O rotted scripts, yellowed as teeth, this agéd ivory Beauteous was the tongue that traced all glamor in thy tree Whisper to thee thy history, of how thou came to be Reveal to thee thy ancient tale of score and victory.
Is it mathematical genius? Or was it chemical madness? A physical anomaly, Life is not impossible, But improbable. It seems the rarity has gone to our heads,