And though they were sad
They rescued everyone
They lifted up the sun
A spoonful weighs a ton
Giving more than they had
The process had begun
A million came from one
The limits now were none
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun
Forcing it off with their hands
The trapdoor came undone
Above our heads it swung
The privilege had been won
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun
Yelling as hard as they can
The doubters all were stunned
Heard louder than a gun
The sound they made was love
None of us are here forever. That's just as well because, if we truly were immortal, we would soon get bored with the world... And the world, quite conceivably, would get bored with us. We become boring enough and set in our ways, even when we know that life is temporarily and transient. Current events have raise many questions about the security and reliability of future plans. But what do I want? A life that's completely predictable or one that's full of spontaneous joy and magic? That is the question.
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