Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

Understanding the birth, evolution and death of stars is an important piece of information. It's all part of our cosmic understanding of the universe and our place in it.

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.

We don't object to our date of birth, so why object to our date of death, which is just as much a matter of chance.