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Change the Stars

Great minds of science once looked to the heavens for their futures
Great minds of science now look to the heavens to see into the past
Great minds of science old and new come to the same conclusion:
Nothing lasts.

Stare till you go blind. You cannot change the stars.
Spend your life with one eye to the telescope. You will find no answers to the real questions. You will find no peace, nor will you find happiness.
Build your Tower in Babel. Build your stairway to heaven. Climb your multitude of steps, hauling your Occam’s Broadsword with which to slay the Creator. Deny the truth and embrace your comfortable lies of logic.
You are a mere mortal, and you cannot change the stars.
The tower will never be tall enough, silly child. Your broadsword is but a tiny razor. Let your own blood with it, and leave mine alone.

Power up that high-tech computer. Why not try to calculate joy? Boil down your chemicals, see if by distillation you might have a residue of serenity. Run your particles as fast as they will go. See if the next collision will create beauty.
You search for the wrong things.
While you waste away in your labs, in your observatories, in your useless bunkers… the world goes on. The worlds go on. Nothing is changed. You improve nothing.
All you do is hoard your useless knowledge on matter and antimatter and planets you will never tread. You theorize creation and Armageddon, and try to recreate their deitous forces.

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Little men of science.
You think yourselves so powerful?
You are creations. You are mortals. You were meant to merely enjoy that which you are reverse-engineering. You were meant to cherish that which you are currently dissecting.
Stop.
There is no progress in what you do.
You cannot change the stars.