Space is as infinite as we can imagine, and expanding this perspective is what adjusts humankind's focus on conquering our true enemies, the formidable foes: ignorance and limitation.

To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.

The greatest justice in life is to be who one is.

Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.

Popularity is not an indication of quality.

Sex in space (Earth included) far exceeds our wildest imaginations, and is more than a big bang, that's for sure, it's cosmic.

Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.