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The hardest problems can be ignored. The belly of the feast can bloat. Solar ejections and shmancy magical dances of splay on display. The "Oh My God" particle moved at 99.999999999999999999999% of the speed of light and was detected on Earth. Totes not a big deal if you're careful not to think about it. The Void, nearby and flicking farticles your way if your nose is big enough. Poetry arose as a smelly flower from a phase of decay and disease to release a phase of Thoth's work, a faze ibis gig where the big, big money was scooped up by the snarky, wrong, and overconfident, just because justice does what it wants and you can like it or you can love it, but you can't get above it.. Cosmic rays are better than puke. That's fine. You can quote someone that's not like you or someone you don't like, you don't mirror. 10,000 space bullets in every square, INDEPENDENT of SCALE! Yay! Whoa! Just say stuff that's not productive. It's that easy. It's that campy. It's that urge to poeticize.
A surreal and symbolic digital painting. The background is a cosmic scene with swirling nebulas in fiery orange, ethereal green, and soft purple. From the center top, a bright white beam of light shoots downward, originating from an explosion of light and sparkling particles. This beam illuminates several elements within the composition.
In the upper left, a pink and yellow lotus flower with green stems grows, surrounded by cryptic, ancient-looking glyphs written in golden tones. Below the flower is a small, dark device resembling a camera or sensor on a stand.
To the right of the lotus, a floating table, shaped like organic, bulbous forms, is laden with a lavish feast, including roasted meats, fruits, vegetables, bread, and glasses of red wine. Red liquid, resembling blood or jam, drizzles down from the table’s edges. The light beam passes directly through the table.
In the upper right, a large, shadowy face of a man with a wide, eerie smile looms in the cosmos. His expression is subtly sinister.
Below the lotus, a figure with the head of a white bird (like an ibis or pelican) and a human body dressed in ancient Egyptian-style attire, including a headdress and
