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Final Frontier


Space- truly the final frontier it is limitless and it's expanse unreachable, unmeasurable, unknowable... Still, we are a curious species, full of questions wanting to understand, to grasp- the universe. We are existentialists, explorers plodding into the realm of mystics, Sufis, practitioners of Kabala, saffron-robed monks. We wish to comprehend and to claim that, which is comprehendable only to, and belongs only to, -its Maker.
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Annette M Velasquez

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