From the book "The autopilot of Superposition"
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Hang on! This lava engraved by meteorite marks
as the perfectly saved handwriting of some cosmic event
which had happened millions years ago.
Space is perfect place potentially
for keeping so many obliterating things around,
if just a small stone fallen to surface of Moon
depicted its fate immortally,
with the same way somewhere
with the great precision
have saved all our deeply engrave and airy memories,
all events that happened
in our soul, dream, imagination
and modern physic and math proved it
even if our life existed into constant changing,
compare with so ossifyingly looking cosmos,
everything is fixed and memorized
somewhere and somehow
with the astonishingly high resolution.
Even if all things into universe itself
are constantly changing
with a great variety of speed
and someone make to say
all things around us just a bubbles,
I know everything changing
from one matter to other,
from one type energy to other
except our love,
which creates all these extremities and entertainments
due to its own universal scale, own contradictions,
due to own fast changing wave-like natures, up-and-downs,
due to all transformations and squabbles
with the eternity, space and times.
Really, this cosmos is our love,
her most perfect and deepest expression
that just seems to be empty and lifeless
from its wast greatness and distances
between stars, planets and galactics.
Those who love – know it
and witnessed much great and distant truth then Hubble
with the such precision and exactness,
how might to see the goddess mathematic only.