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“∞ The Unseen Universe A Poem by Alexander Martini We live within the universe. Not far, not foreign. But at its heart. An ocean of stars, a breath of light, a vastness that never ends. And yet — so many do not see it. They rush through their days as if through walls, not noticing that every moment is a window into eternity. The universe is not cold. It is filled with joy, with beauty, with silence that sings. We are not apart from it. We are a part — a tone in its melody, a spark in its dance. Whoever opens their eyes finds not nothing, but everything. And knows: Wonder was always here.”

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