NASA provides new details about those shooting stars.
A rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet. By the same token, a shooting star, no matter what it's made of, will look as beautiful. My roses, for that matter, will look as beautiful, and smell as sweet, were I to fertilize them with cow poop or composted vegetation. What was it Keats had to say? Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That's all we need to know on earth. We don't need to know that some of what we admire is shit. Or do we?
My roses, OTOH seem to thrive in spite of what I do or don't do.
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