Sex in space (Earth included) far exceeds our wildest imaginations, and is more than a big bang, that's for sure, it's cosmic.
Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.
The stars are not the limit.
Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.
Success makes enemies of those who would have never been true friends.
Ridicule has historically proven itself a rickety fence for great ideas.