An open letter to a Universe, from a star 'seeking even'.

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/|\ (a) /m\ I know u are there. U know I know. Let us not play 'blind Universe'. We both are aware of the 'evolutionary' rationale for the burdens inherent of/in the human race. We also both know the 'human race' may (evolve) to be the best of the Universe. So show yourself. It is a 1 star risk. The time is present. If the human race is fundamentally too fragile for 'contact', (the concept human's are on the bottom rung crawling up) fine, than they, (the human race) go, which, hey, if war's persist, if earth's ecology dissolves, if if if, (a litany,) then 'the human race' is doomed irregardless. (Yes). So what I am proposing is 'win win' all around; the universe through apathy sheds a rather tiresome race, or, with a little bit of help from 'new found friends' 'humans' advance. Hear me: In any 'knowledge,' what is so desperately essential is 'help.' The 'human race' is simply striving to be 'even'. Help us. Warmly, Tristan (ZI WABLI) McCloud Dear Tristan McCloud: In regards to your splendid missive. The Universe contradicts itself. So what. The Universe is huge, it contains multitudes. Affection, the Universe. PS: You are returning, soon, no? Dear Universe: in response: (- -) /|\ (a) /m\

Although seemingly nebulous, I sense in the Universes chosen earth poem a sweet-sorrow, a reluctance to not, yet a willingness to engage. The sweet, impacts a rose scented poetic optimism. The sorrow, to belabor an obvious: We are literally dying ('to learn)' down here.

Endearingly, Tristan McCloud.