For the Nebula, great cloud that it is, what has happened is reflected back and forth across space. Studying the form that the future manifests is like a mission for Nebula. She wonders why, and how to determine the best way forward, and he, like all those before him, worries how the future might develop.
For the future is almost set now, the theoretical possibilities are not infinite. To find that hint, that promise, that recurs in the Nebula, that that cannot be dismissed.
Nebula, the cloud is alive with hopes and dreams, it feeds our minds, gives soul to that that was subsumed by our indifference, our diffidence. It is in our hearts to rebel, to reject that that contradicts our values, the principal reason being our own sense of sovereignty over ourselves. The ego rejects total compliance to draconian measure.
Is Nebula a phantasmagorical beacon of guidance for those of us, worried about our destiny, our fate even? Together, we struggle to better ourselves, to produce that that contains value, and exchange ideas.
Shards of light, images surfing the cloud, tones of voices long heard, surrounding our forms, seemingly insubstantial but endlessly suggestive, Nebula creates direction and comfort in our being.
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