Those clouds, I know their name:
Cerebrum - His wrinkled gray matter.
See His thoughts? Each star a synapse,
sparks of the divine intelligence,
Each constellation a neural map,
patterns seared into His ancient mind
by centuries of contemplation:
Orion the hunter with his bow drawn,
The Big Dipper overflowing with the water
of Aquarius. Virgo the virgin and Serpens the snake.
And no matter how dark the night
we can be comforted by the light of his thoughts.
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Love this one.
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