

Cecilia's ScienceSee cilia, Cecilia: tunnel-visioned microscope. The flags, the flagella flailing on the shore.Cecilia's Science
What has washed up conscious today? What have the microbes evoked? To a sentient being can science be not but a toy, but a passer of time?
The species that thinks, the species that makes, the one that creates and destroys; Will it ever give rest to its curious quest: wax immortal or fall to the void?


One way the world might endLegions of the dead were promised land after the flash.One way the world might end
They were promised space and a home, but discovered the soil to be the wrong sort of green, to house a rather inhospitable group of ions.
They were left standing with what remained of the air as they had once known it.
This space is not so vast with its component parts stripped of any notion of beyond.
We were promised an imaginary box. If we can't live in it, no one will.
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Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see them not.
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Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see them not.
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Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see them not.
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ReligionIsDead,moralsIsDead,ethicsIsDisfigured,philosophyIsHelpless,allThatIs
HumanAndRepresentingHighHumani ty–allIsDead.WeLiveInTimeOfPerversion,
depravity–whatIsValuableIsNotAppreciated,andWhatIsNotValuable&whatNeeds
ToBeAvoided,IsWantedAndHighRated
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