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And now I proclaim
- arrogantly I know -
the unimportance of space -
unimportant also
its enormity, all
those galaxies and nebulae,
merely the particular
means of supporting
the spectacle we see
(or would see if people would switch their lights off)
numberless like a field
full of flowers, like
blades of grass
but no more wonderful -
and considerably less wonderful
than people - than anyone - there being
no such thing
as space without
a measuring rod
and no such thing
as a measuring rod
without, dear reader,