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PROSA: Love in the Supernova Sky
There is a sky called a supernova. It's not engineering but prose. It takes an inner kaleidoscope, soul binoculars, and an honest telescope to make a supernova visible. When the time is at one third of dawn, usually under the unrest we can easily see.
A time when hypocritical humans are still awakened in false dreams. Only one human can see Venus and Mercury hand in hand. Of course, the view of the friendship is only in the time range of sincere people, who are ready to complain to their Lord.
They could feel the energy of the cosmos at the celestial sequence number, where the Supernova lived and flourished. Sky to seven. There are cats from the Milky Way, fish in the equatorial sky, and hodgepodge sellers.
The relevance of our vision when trying to understand the seventh heaven, is the hardest illusion to make real. It takes sincerity, impersonation, a heart that is still white without the X-factor, and a normal life with all the empty glasses clean. The roots of all the chains that follow the civilization of the universe.
We cram technology as complicated as the horizon and can never be anything. Whatever man seeks, they are limited to the heavens of his destiny. The sky to the one that stores the whitest energy, but full of weakness and prone to earthquakes.
Yesterday I tested from the top of Mount Rinjani. Tip up slowly with the friends of other climbers, for a fact. Life is so beautiful like this. In this first heaven, the clouds and the waters of the sky were more patient and devoted. God has meaning in the pockets of heaven. Even in supernova galaxies, particles, lightning, waves, and sounds, live in order and familiarity.
I really don't know what the reason for the human sighting is. Buroq said it was all the result of swiping space and time. When space and time are charged at speeds exceeding that of light, the innate function of the Supernova will run. This life is beautiful. Again, I have to repeat it.
Plain understanding needs to be had in order to enjoy Supernova. There are some typical sky dances I met in the second century with Buroq. Until midnight in Heaven, we are still treated to pink twilight. Yes, pink. It is no longer orange like in the sky to one.
Some time in a very quick flashback, the earth looks craggy and stupid. At that time the one heaven earth was still six days old. He walked towards the birth circle in the womb of the universe. The womb is called the solar system. The Solar System is a powerful and stable evil womb at the point of its fate Earth is still a child who was a hobby of crying at that time. The moon and the stars are always entertainers, jokers, and repairmen in case the Earth is upset.
Asteroids often negotiate with Earth, but until the present age, the greatest thanks should be given to the moon and stars. The two of them became the triangle of friends that God commanded, in order to love each other until the Earth is independent and does not depend on the Sun anymore.