At the human scale, also, each of us lives simultaneously in stages of birth, maturity, and senescence--from our ignition at birth and finalizing in a low-burning ember lingering in the memories of a few.
Some of the images are of galactic collisions, in which a few hundred million stars on each side, spinning in their own systems, are trying to occupy the same space in energy-events beyond our imaginings. But we can now see in these images some of that slow-motion beauty and relate them to ourselves:
Like individual solitary galaxies
in the vast blackness of space
some floating in shiny gold spirals
some floating like shimmery green amorphous amoebas
some floating in sparkly purple clusters
some shredded by galactic collisions with ragged ends
all waiting to unravel at the end of time.
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