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Pondering It happened upon, a quiet, star filled night, With celestial, galactic and moon bright light. Where thus a top a hilltop high, I contemplated the infinite sky. A question or thought occurred to me; when did this all begin? This vortex of energetic nothingness, these thoughts did bring a grin. Are we of science or religion? Or are we a bit of both? I ponder these philosophical views, with hopes of mental-soul growth. I maybe but a speck in the vastness of space, with a finite amount of time. So what do I do with my moment in life? Why, I sit and write my rhymes.