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I'm not very good at singing songs, but here is a try.If you wish to make an apple pie from scratchYou must first invent the universeSpace is filled with a network of wormholesYou might emerge somewhere else in spaceSome when-else in timeThe sky calls to usIf we do not destroy ourselvesWe will one day venture to the starsA still more glorious dawn awaitsNot a sunrise, but a galaxy riseA morning filled with 400 billion sunsThe rising of the Milky WayThe cosmos is full beyond measure of elegant truthsOf exquisite interrelationships Of the awesome machinery of natureI believe our future depends powerfully On how well we understand this cosmosIn which we float like a mote of dustIn the morning skySongtexteBut the brain does much more than just recollectIt inter-compares, it synthesizes, it analyzes it generates abstractionsThe simplest thought like the concept of the number one Has an elaborate logical underpinningThe brain has its own languageFor testing the structure and consistency of the worldA still more glorious dawn awaitsNot a sunrise, but a galaxy riseA morning filled with 400 billion sunsThe rising of the Milky WayThe sky calls to usIf we do not destroy ourselvesWe will one day venture to the starsFor thousands of yearsPeople have wondered about the universeDid it stretch out foreverOr was there a limitFrom the Big Bang to black holesFrom dark matter to a possible big crunchOur image of the universe todayIs full of strange sounding ideasHow lucky we are to live in this timeThe first moment in human history When we are in fact visiting other worldsA still more glorious dawn awaitsNot a sunrise, but a galaxy riseA morning filled with 400 billion sunsThe rising of the Milky WayA still more glorious dawn awaitsNot a sunrise, but a galaxy riseA morning filled with 400 billion sunsThe rising of the Milky WayThe surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic oceanRecently we've waded a little way outAnd the water seems inviting Aus Songtexte Mania