Your Money's Worth

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Plugged in to what's *allowed* to us... through the Hubble's awesome eye? Why, stars are fried in neutron sleet! Such are visions we have spied!
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Smashing rocks in timeless chance are matters fueling movement's dance!  

More's observed just lately spied... perhaps times ten what meets our "eye"!

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...Where dance steps are languid the stars are festooned with garlands of space dust for skeptics lampooned. The concept of *anything's* found in these reaches, on orbiting planets... like sand on our beaches.
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...And out of these orbits—mysterious folk? These tempt and confuse us; perhaps, blowing smoke! Still, they hover and flutter alive in our skies... in spite of deception and government lies!
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Extant... is an omniverse where folk must occur. It is filled with the possible! No thing is deterred. Conceived? It is FACT in that space... far from here? ...And more is un-thought of ... beyond weird... passed queer!
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I'm depressed that they're hidden in unexplained smoke! I'm uncheered they don't spill it, and just go for broke! I'm bemused they're not landing on everyone's lawn, on their stoops, in their kitchens, or on Washington Pond!
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To complacently ignore "all of this" as irrelevant is to make bad "investments" gaining interests... malevolent. It's the rarest of news... getting better with age! BAD news, then, not at all... says an ancient clay page ...
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The Hubble's taking movies of titanic stars consumed... black holes sleep between their meals then flash when meal's resumed! From fiery wombs of star-stuff stars are born as lucent babes, then ejected with toy planets they make life on— who's to say?
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...See, life's in abundance and older than rust! Beyond complaining and explaining they're extant and... calling us! Must the meeting of two cultures, where "advantage" meets the one? Must the lesser in "advantage" take grim heat, and be undone?
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...And all of that considered, after looking through the Hubble, there is space enough to think about... to "not think" leads to trouble. Trouble's gone denied, my friend, remains before your eye... Your eye above the mountains where you see beyond the sky.
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I think I pay for an unfiltered look through that instrument. What do you think you pay for, reader?
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Then one remembers they'd have to first respect us to allow us the unfettered, unsanitized, and unfiltered look. They'd have to educate us. They'd have to appreciate us. They would truly have to have our best interests at heart.
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How much respect should an individual be accorded as a matter of course? It would seem there must be some minimal amount. It is not equaled by that which must be demanded, and so it must be demanded? Yes.
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Win the lottery but lose your soul? You know what soullessness is, right? It is the loss of an ability to feel satisfaction of any type... all types... ...every type, I suspect.
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How about you, reader? Do you feel like you're getting the required respect or achieving requisite satisfaction? If not? Perhaps you can try to do what I try to do. It seems to help. As is justice demanded around you seems to help.
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Simply this: don't credit or enable that which disrespects you; don't reward or compensate that which fails to satisfy you. Repurpose your vote, your sympathy, and your dollars. Deny truthlessness your essence, your support, and your consideration. Refuse it your concern, your regard, your facilitation.

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Indeed—hold it beneath your contempt, concern, and consideration as you would any soul killer. The soul you save will be your own.

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Without regard to a closed institution, dark agency, or psychopathic government let your conscience be in charge! To your own self... be true? Keep your own council? Demand your money's worth? There are a lot more of us than them... did you know that?
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...But for them, we could heal the planet, feed the hungry, exist in a Utopian dream in a living ring around the sun... why, we'd bring the saucers down...
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Then—the fun really starts! Read on!
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"I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, who will live in our hearts forever... burned at the fundamentalist's stake for wanting his money's worth.