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Something unravels, where potential superiorities fail to uplift you. How could we step from cloud to cloud, umbrellas thrusting upward towards the sun? What other options exist for a fantastical escape, but the ones reflected in the antiseptic glare of stars? Surely our destiny is feeted in this purpose, this righteous glorification of our natural selves. We will band ourselves into frenetic impossibilities, kinetic implausibilities, until we have conquered the very ether and tamed the restless continuum.