The curtains open.
All of life passes across the stage. Love and hate, passion
and coldness, the highest peaks of joy and the lowest moments of regret.
Many players will cross the stage, some for a moment, yet others
for almost the entire story. And yet, each is important, no matter how brief
their time in those lights, their impact is essential.
Every facet of humanity will be shown, the good, the bad,
and even the humdrum banalities of life, all of them writ there, forever.
The curtains close.
…
Man, this telescope was the best thing I ever bought.
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