Q revolves
around a star out there, the closest planet to sustain life, likes ours. We,
who have trouble showing interest in our neighbours and ignore the destruction
of life in our own world, become quite fascinated by the possibilities of an
inaccessible Question. That life may consist of forms outside our range of
reference, existence inconsistent with anything imaginable, quiddities that
defy our quizzical science, only prompts grander quests with our outsized
eye-glasses and quaint sound-bowls. Gold may be quartz, September a blink, on
the Qs out there, moving in ways not yet explained or observed, eppur si muove.
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