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[Part 1: Four Point Six]


Archaean horizon

The first sunrise

On a pristine gaea

Opus perfectum

Somewhere there, us sleeping


"After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life.

Within decades we must close our eyes again.

Isn't it a noble and enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it?"


[Part 2: Life]


The cosmic law of gravity

Pulled the newborns around a fire

A careless cold infinity in every vast direction

Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone

She has a tale to tell

From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast

Enter LUCA


The tapestry of chemistry

There's a writing in the garden

Leading us to the mother of all


We are one

We are a universe

Forebears of what will be

Scions of the Devonian sea

Aeons pass

Writing the tale of us all

A day-to-day new opening

For the greatest show on Earth


Ion channels welcoming the outside world

To the stuff of stars

Bedding the tree of a biological holy

Enter life


The tapestry of chemistry

There's a writing in the garden

Leading us to the mother of all


We are one

We are a universe

Forebears of what will be

Scions of the Devonian sea

Aeons pass

Writing the tale of us all

A day-to-day new opening

For the greatest show on Earth


We are here to care for the garden

The wonder of birth

Of every form most beautiful

Every form most beautiful


We are one

We are a universe

Forebears of what will be

Scions of the Devonian sea

Aeons pass writing the tale of us all

A day-to-day new opening

For the greatest show on Earth


[Part 3: The Toolmaker]


After a billion years

The show is still here

Not a single one of your fathers died young

The handy travelers

Out of Africa

Little Lucy of the Afar


Gave birth to fantasy

To idolatry

To self-destructive weaponry

Enter the God of gaps

Deep within the past

Atavistic dread of the hunted


Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought

The architecture of understanding

The human lust to feel so exceptional

To rule the Earth


Hunger for shiny rocks

For giant mushroom clouds

The will to do just as you'd be done by

Enter history, the grand finale

Enter ratkind


Man, he took his time in the sun

Had a dream to understand

A single grain of sand

He gave birth to poetry

But one day'll cease to be

Greet the last light of the library


Man, he took his time in the sun

Had a dream to understand

A single grain of sand

He gave birth to poetry

But one day'll cease to be

Greet the last light of the library


Man, he took his time in the sun

Had a dream to understand

A single grain of sand

He gave birth to poetry

But one day'll cease to be

Greet the last light of the library


We were here!

We were here!

We were here!

We were here!


[Part 4: The Understanding]


"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of those stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?"


[Part 5: Sea-Worn Driftwood]


"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."