
If you think of things on a grand scale, we are the ickle of the ickle. In a human's selfish views, we are masters of our planet. But who is the master of us? |
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When you look to the sky at night, past the smog and the streetlights and the flashing neon signs, there are millions of planets with millions of moons. And somewhere, out in that great large space with it's great many nooks, someone may be looking back down at you.
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