Spacefaring...

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One night, to be sure, I'd have stayed in my dreams! ...Humankind! Living in space it would seem! In rotating rings from the soil of the "belt"... ...an "Eden" constructed... ...an "Eden" I felt!
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These rings are concentric, with a center clear sphere. The gravity there was at zero, you hear?! It is there that the physics is worked out just right and magic is made! You fly a bright night!
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With wings made of paper and vibrant with color you flash in the sunlight, your soul interstellar. By day on the rim perhaps toil and bustle, but at night you can soar and relax tired muscles.

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At night in this city afloat in deep space, as you stare down infinity with the eyes in your face, you wonder on Babel, and God’s suspect plan... ...to strike down our language and so subjugate man.
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By His own words, and from His own mouth: we were uppity, ambitious — we'd covet his house! We would be as He was, embrace the all-knowing... ...reaching and striving, competing and growing!
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He did something, then, that I must find contemptible. He hammered us "good" for our pride so achievable. He scattered us w i d e in a smear of confusion. ...He would not condone, or accept, our "intrusion."
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But, still, now I sat in my warm spot in space. I pondered God’s motive, and I measured his grace. ...And I know that light’s "constant" is adjusted just so. And the "weak force" is balanced by strong forces... so?
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So God, cut to chase, quietly crafted these constants. Perforce, He's no God of mere "chanted endorsement." God’s mouth watered not, at Noah’s landing feast! Who was it, then, who handed us unjust and sad defeat?
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...Though, this had passed... and here we sat... abiding endless space? We took the chance, and dove straight *out* — a credit to our race! All white , and so black -- purple! All the yellows, and the reds, all the colors of the rainbows — we would fill our skies instead!
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Then I awoke... ...my eyes got wet... ...and I lay in my bed... as sad as I get. Gone were the bubbles of humans in space. Gone, the "ring cities" of a proud human race.
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Instead we are mired in unjust "reality." We've driven on winds of elitist mentality. We wallow confusions of metered distress; We seem to be cursed or at best, then, non-blessed.

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Heaven is having your own star-ship, with all that that implies. Mine is as big as Staten Island, lozenge shaped, and capped on both ends with a clear concave field that could stop neutrinos if it had to!
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The ship's not "mine" really, we're confederates. ...But it tolerates me. It's a living thing, actually, with vast innards of architectural magic, nature parks, lakes and oceans, self maintaining community, and powerful warp drives... ...ageless multimedia libraries for which an academician might trade his very soul. It is as close as you can get to heaven, still stay in the real world... be in charge of your own will.
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I wonder, is it ever appropriate to have a bone to pick with God, especially One who lusted at the board of humankind's table when He wasn't lusting after the daughters who served it? Tilt, eh?
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The ship... Did I tell you that you can live *forever* on it? Too, remember the "Galactic Library." Would you try to know it all?
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Yeah yeah yeah... derivative. But then everything is. Even... especially, consider, that which would otherwise seem so... "para-typical." It's all aboil, see, on the surface of the sun of that strange similarity across scale the reductionists can't see as provoked by accelerating futures the rest don't want to see. It remains. We must embrace that future, somehow, if only to accommodate it... perchance to pleasantly surprise it.

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