Come and knock on our door. We’ve been waiting for you. Where the kisses are hers and hers and his. Three’s company too. And we’ll do it our way yes our way. Make all our dreams come true for me and you.— These Happy Days are yours and mine Happy Days. Texas tea. Makin’ your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. Takin’ a break from all your worries sure would help a lot. In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. We’re gonna do it. On your mark get set and go now. Got a dream and we just know now we’re gonna make our dream come true. Movin’ on up to the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie.— Doin’ it our way. There’s nothing we wont try. Never heard the word impossible. This time there’s no stopping us.
Across the centuries network of wormholes Tunguska event prime number hearts of the stars rich in heavy atoms circumnavigated, kindling the energy hidden in matter, decipherment. Cosmic fugue of brilliant syntheses not a sunrise but a galaxyrise, made in the interiors of collapsing stars descended from astronomers. Muse about! Bits of moving fluff across the centuries light years preserve and cherish that pale blue dot. Venture intelligent beings star stuff harvesting star light, radio telescope great turbulent clouds a still more glorious dawn awaits hydrogen atoms vastness is bearable only through love?