Bear with me, I want to tell you about the night sky and all her secrets. She was present 100 million years ago when that luminescent beetle lit up for self-protection or courtship. She was there watching with her millions of eyes when the redwoods emerged, when the first whales surfaced, and when seaweed evolved, floating over the cool currents. She looked on full of detached love perhaps or codependent love, or just coolly observed with scientific interest. It's possible she did not watch at all, distracted instead by something in another direction. I can imagine her engulfing earth in darkness, nestling this homey sphere in the fluffy cloud of the milky way. Maybe she simply slept as life crawled forth, sprouting, teeming, building, transforming. Maybe she missed the whole thing.
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