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| − | ! style="padding: 0.5em;" | [[Photography]] by [https://gate.eveonline.com/Profile/Zenariae Zenariae Havraan]
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| − | ===The Dust of Creation===
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| − | | style="text-align:justify;padding:1.0em;" | When we think of space it’s only natural to point to a place, speak of a location or reminisce about somewhere visited. As Capsuleers, space defines us and shapes our path and our deeds in the present and beyond. Time doesn’t hurt us in the way that the emptiness of experience does. I would like to think that immortality is not our lot, or anyone’s, in such a fragile and narrow way. The passage of time and death eventually as a human condition ennobles us in the memory of those that follow after and the ones that walk the way with us.
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| − | Space to me then is about other people. It is the one thing that allows us transcendence, the becoming of an echo in the memory of those that love and cherish us. Not as an empty and hollow sound though, but as a color floating in the dust of creation, a blossom opening fragrant upon a tree, a stone carried along the river current to a boundless sea, or the gaze of an eye upon a treasure loved. Such things are with us, always.
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| − | Image:The Dust of Creation (1).jpg|Falling into a Red Sun
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| − | Image:The Dust of Creation (2).jpg|The Cloud Ring
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| − | Image:The Dust of Creation (5).jpg|Mysteries of LIght
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| − | ===The Expanse of Space===
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| − | | style="text-align:justify;padding:1.0em;" | It may seem silly but some nebulae I’ve pondered remind me of the shape and color of flowers, fragile single blooms or a vibrant bunch alive in the expanse of space. It’s odd knowing that these objects in space came out of great upset, in a supernova or some other cosmic cataclysm. It’s a contradiction and confusion, such beauty from destruction.
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| − | Image:Black Tsuubaaki.jpg|Black Tsuubaaki
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| − | Image:Orange Blossom.jpg|Orange Blossom
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| − | Image:Sortet Spring.jpg|Sortet Spring
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| − | Image:The Serpent's Coil.jpg|The Serpent's Coil
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