• Amongst all of the galaxies in the universe,
    Within the solar system we know best,
    Upon the great celestial body of Earth,
    In an old, decaying library,
    On the edge of a dirty, infested town,
    Of all of the rows of decaying shelves,
    Between the many, many chapters,
    Resting on the curling, forgotten papers,
    Inside of the ink of the words that still speak for themselves,
    And of all of the molecules that make up the simplest of formulas...

    Creativity still thrives.