... and to (space) dust you shall return.
Reminds me of the Bill Hicks sketch:
"Today young men on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one conciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves ... here's Tom with the weather."
(an exercise in pointlessnessity)
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