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It travels away from us, and yet it is bound to us.

At nearly relativistic velocities it squirms away from us; it travels seven hundred years as light would travel, which are great long and awful months to it. It runs but it cannot escape from us; we are entangled with it, we are embedded in it, we cling to it with our sticky fingers, with our sticky hopes and dreams and hungers; it is not simply space, not simply the god of space in general, but a creature of the space of Earth.

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